My mommy used to tell me that
I had such tiny toes
Which she counted, one to ten
While tapping my little nose.
It was difficult to believe it;
How could I have been so small?
To fit in tiny booties and slippers
I could not believe at all.
Until one day I took a look
At the album my mum had found.
It showed: me dressed in diapers and
Some mud from off the ground.
If I knew I was dirty, I didn't care
Or my disdain was shown as a grin
And ten tiny toes all curled around
The same mud I stood in.
Such memories I still cannot recall
But I must believe it to be true.
I still don't think I fit in those booties.
(In that picture I had no shoes!)
The picture I used was one of me when I was
two or three years old. I was standing in my
grandma's garden, muddy but smiling with
little dimples. Good times, good times.