This little piggy….
went to market is what I automatically think of when I see myDarlin’s toes. I imagine his Mother counting to make sure he had ten fingers and ten toes, and know that she must have chuckled a when she saw those cute little toes. Those toes…. ticklish beyond reasoning. I love the memory of cutting his toe nails just to hear his uncontrollable belly laughs.
His toes spent the majority of his lifetime in the sand or wearing slippers, only wearing shoes when it was too cold to bear or socially unacceptable not to. And he ran on the beach with Elvis, with his friends, with his children, his grandchildren and me.
She sent a list to me, the step-mother, of photos to take of our son during his first visit to Atlanta. And on the list was one of their feet side by side, for she already knew what I was about to discover. They each had those cute little pudgy toes….
Those toes reached over that very morning in church to touch my feet as I had fallen earlier in the morning and had taken my slippers off to rest my feet. I remember thinking and writing about the path our feet had been leading us to for the past eleven years and wake to find that another year has almost passed without him.
Tonight I am grateful for all of the days and nights that myDarlin’ Robert Kenui Popewould reach over with his feet to nudge me and it was understood that our feet would carry us on this sandy journey we call life.
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