When my oldest was just a tiny thing, she didn’t quite get the concept of bare feet. She was positive for oh-so-long, that going without her shoes meant "bear" feet. And oh how she wanted to be a bear! All the time. Everywhere.
It makes me smile to remember her saying, "Are you being a bear, Mommy?"
Walk like a bear
When there’s warmth in the air
When the green grass grows
its springy invitation
Slip out of your shoes
Leave your socks over there
Sink down to your ankles
And walk like a bear
–Kristy Dempsey (all rights reserved)
2 thoughts on “National Poetry Month — Original Monday”
Rattigan house bears LOVE this wholeheartedly!! ♥ Growl.
Very cute, Kristy!