A Muddy Gerber Baby

Written by: Tara Andre

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.