Your feet long and slender

Fully arched like a cathedral entranceway

Toes of length sinewy and strong

The feet that never walked away

Feet of strength knowledge of origin

My how you carried all the worlds troubles into the basin of those lovely feet

You fanned them like windshield wipers whilst planted on the navy ottoman

Mezmerized with your mystery

 I would stare at them while you looked out upon the wooded trees fanned in view for you

Yesterday, tired and lonely I carried myself to a chair

There on the floor in plain view, I saw your feet that had disappeared so many years from me

Displayed out, toes like long fingers

Skin soft and arched out like a priestess fanning herself in the midday sun

Attached to the legs of the daughter you never guessed so near