The Toes Poem by Rachel L. Moore

As I sit here typing away
I look at my toes.
I remark to myself,
“My toes…
Never before have I
Pondered my toes.”
They are wrapped in socks
As everyone knows.
They have turned red
Out in the snows
And been thoroughly thawed
By fireplaces below.
Yes… that’s them.
That’s my toes.
There they sit
In their neat little rows.
Just begging for warmth
From inside my hose.
Poor little guys that go through what?
No one knows.
I wish I could save…
My poor little toes.