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Grandad's Feet

 

Are long and

broad

and tell a story

of their own.

 

But I can

only remember their

safe carriage of my small

childish feet

dancing step by step

in time,

seeming so large and remote.

 

Now they’re just

average-sized.

 

◄ The Whisper of Miss El

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Alanna

Mon 15th Oct 2012 23:55

Thanks very much for your comments - not sure about changing the last 2 lines, but an interesting prompt to look again at it.
Alanna

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Wed 11th Jul 2012 20:12

One of the neatest,nicest poems
read by us in a long time.

Thanks.xx

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Glyn Pope

Wed 11th Jul 2012 19:08

I like this a lot, but somehow the last two lines don't quite work. I know what you're saying but for me it needs even more of a punch.

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