by Juney Thomas
These feet have worked farmland,
drawing wheat grains from sand grains,
and now they walk to the supermarket each week.
These feet have stepped over cities
that have risen from mud hut villages.
These feet have crossed rivers and streams and marble tiled airport lobbies.
These feet have walked thorugh the pages of a history book.
These feet have walked along the spine of time itself.
These feet ,
will one day be mine,
when we are old,
and wrinkles arrive.
(**'Ammachi' means grandmother in Malayalam.)
Last updated September 18, 2011