Those Toes

Whose little toes are those,

Are those?

Are those the ones,

The ones that I  nourished until they were born?

Are those mine or yours?

 

Whose tiny feet are these,

Are these?

Are these the ones,

The ones that were under my hanging rib that is bruised to date?

Do these belong to me or are they yours to take?

 

If in the end all you take with you,

is what you give away,

Then you can have them now, my darling,

A fair and even trade.

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