I support you,
keep you upright
and strong.
Carry you place to place
each and every day.
So much depends
on my presence.

Pinky nail sized
barely come to life.
Only ten weeks old
moving without being felt.
I was important then too.
One smaller miracle
on one not
much
bigger.

As you grew I did too.
Even when you
never used me,
I was with you.
Getting bigger,
stronger,
just like you.

Smaller then a thumb
I pressed against
your mother's
womb.
They remarked with
wonder,
called it another miracle.
You could not yet
breathe
on your own.
They say you danced,
I know you did.
I was there.
When you came into this world,
I was the last part
of you to
leave safety.

You fought a battle with
gravity just so
you could
use me.
I was honored
with giving you
your first few
steps.

When you climbed
the live oak
I gripped the branches
and kept you from
falling.
Now when you dance
I carry you
across
the
floor.
Bend, twist, arch
to your movements,
straining to the
tips.

In your dreams
I helped
you charge dragons.
I pounded out
the rhythm
of your heart
against the ground.
I pulled you up mountains
until I was weary
and sore.
You never thanked me.

Now you complain
about the pain I cause,
too many staircase
to climb.
Weighed down by a ton
of books
and well worn
knowledge.

Remember me,
I'll remember you.
When you face death
I'll walk with you.

Appreciate me,
before you only have
one of me.

Be grateful that I was
not wrapped in
muslin
so tight that
my bones were
broken
and your freedom
taken.
Remember me
for I am
your
feet.