Cherishing the Moment.

I smile at the little feet walking past.

Baby feet.

Little feet.

 Happy feet -plodding through the grass.

White lace sandals with pink bows.

Careless, and

free.

Tumbles.

A tear.

But no stopping.

I scoop up the bundle of joy, and carry her into the house.

I forget the scene.

Princess hats.

Mommy’s clunky heels.

Old blue satin fabric turned

Into masterpieces.

Laughter echoes.

High-heels trip and

Tangle.

Her highness pours

The tea.

Originals hang on the refrigerator

Door.

Attempts of curling hair

Around one’s finger.

Nearly over.

Bare-foot days.

The feet scramble through the water-bed.

Slipping on stones.

Wet feet.

Splashing droplets.

When the sun glimpses through, they look like

Diamonds.

Laughter fills the air.

Skipping feet.

Excited toes.

A memory flashes past

And as quickly fades

Away.

On the edge of my seat

For nervousness.

Ballet shoes scuttle across the stage.

First performance.

Expert routine.

Curtains fall.

Greeted afterwards with hugs.

“Did you see me?”

Graceful gestures.

Tippy-toes.

Off to sachet with friends.

All on her own.

A tear trickles down a freckled

cheek.

One sneaker off.

A scraped knee.

Tangled bicycle spokes.

Can she do it?

Perseverant feet.

The shoe goes back on.

Determination furrows a face.

Pedals spin as she careens

Onto the street

To try again

With Success.

Pink and orange paisley flats

Worn everywhere.

Trees.

Pools.

Gardens.

Roads.

School.

Filled with holes and

mud-stained.

Trying them on

Once more,

The reluctant sets them atop a

Garbage lid.

Her toes wiggle through the holes.

Sadness.

Silence.

Becoming a young lady.

High heels for prom.

Dresses swish.

Looking like a butterfly.

Tapping feet sparkle.

Smiles gleam.

A favorite tune is played.

Dancing the night away,

Just like the first night with

Ballet shoes on a stage.

She is watched.

Joys.

Happiness.

Excitement.

Thoughts of white and pink

lace shoes flash before me

and

disappear.

Blue caps fly.

Steady feet in simple sandals.

Tears.

Bittersweet moments.

A leap- a dive.

Softly curling hair.

Exasperated with brothers for

Drinking all the

Lemonade.

Pictures.

Of today.

And of her not even

Fitting clunky princess heels

Still in the closet.

Black leather flats.

Sophisticated-looking.

Stylish.

Roses for Valentine’s Day.

Diamonds on her finger

As she dances through

The door way.

Wedding plans.

Twirling feet.

Waltz practice with

Her dad.

White lace.

Bedecked in lavender satin.

Yellow roses.

And brown leather cowboy boots-

Who would’ve thought.

Smiles, and

Tears.

Soft music.

Happy feet.

Delicious scents drift

Throughout the room.

Dances.

A first kiss.

A new step.

Clicks of a camera shutter.

She tears up,

Too.

“Do you think I can do this?”

I know she can.

Tennis shoes bedeck

Her feet.

As she watches with a camera.

A little girl-

She smiles at the little feet walking past.

Baby feet.

Little feet.

Happy feet  -plodding through the grass.

White lace sandals with pink bows.

Careless, and

free.

Tumbles.

A tear.

But no stopping.

She scoops up the bundle of joy, and carries her into the house.

I remember the scene.  

Ecclesiastes 3... may we use every moment for His glory. 

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