MY RIGHT BIG TOE

MY RIGHT BIG TOE

A Poem by Glen Fitch

           

    My mother taught me
        how to clip my nails.
            Just one more parent's duty
                I suppose.
        Self-care creates self-worth
            with such details,
            and how you treat yourself
                shows in your toes.
    She had a nail, I know,
        that went astray
            It's funny how kids
                never miss a flaw.
    I clipped away
        and suddenly
            one day same nail on me
                had curled by nature's law.
    Today I noticed
        that one had turned black,
            but when and how it bruised
                I can't recall.
        It had to have been
            quite a nasty whack.
                It's weird
                    I don't remember it at all.  
        Though,
            while in three month's time
                it will be gone,
        The mysteries of what and why
            go on.

 

 

© 2008 Glen Fitch


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I love it, probably because I also have toenails.

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Glen Fitch
Glen Fitch

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