Toes Even unborn my toes were still there even before I had my hair. Toes were like puppets in Daddy's little rhymes as he wiggled mine around in front of my eyes. When I began to walk they tapped on the floor like rain on the roof or postman at the door. Wrapped up like a present in my warm fluffy socks they long for new shoes in a big shiny box. Now as I stand on the beach with the sand on my feet looking down in the sand to see my toes peek...

Snowball I start out small. As nothing at all. I fall from above. Dropped onto a glove. Moulded by you. Until I grew. You can't help it. But I'm easily melted. I can start a fight. But I'm just plain white. Someday I'll be gone. I don't stay for long. From starting out small. Yes I'm a snowball!

Grandpa's Lap When I started out small I knew nothing at all No words to speak Only eyes to seek Up on Grandpa's lap What seemed like a dream Made my face beam Where stories unfolded And characters moulded Up on Grandpa's lap Our world of wonder Free from thunder A shady spot That meant a lot Up on Grandpa's lap I could be a princess I would feel nothing less In my tower so tall I could be anything at all Up on Grandpa's lap He planted a seed On which my imagination could feed The tales could be told I was never to old Up on Grandpa's lap As I have grown more The stories which I adore Will travel with me One day Grandma will be me. Up on Grandma's lap.

Finding My Feet Feeling like a fish out of water and a bird in the sky, My mixed emotions are soaring high, As I write my first words, I feel like that bird, But not knowing where to start in the world.