sandy feet.

by: emily ishimatsu

A newly found freedom;
moving all round.
a polar from boredom;
creating loud sound.

She learned from her brother;
two years above.
and practiced walking to mother;
caught arms of love.

And so years progressed;
initial lacked grace.
feet often quite messed;
with a sandy lace.

The pattern wore on;
through to the end.
the sand never quite gone;
a life to commend.

And as she passed through
those pearly gates,
her life each soul knew,
saved moments fore lates.