National Poetry Month — Original Monday

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?"

“Bear” feet

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)

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