The music of his mother’s ankleted feet
Still rang in his ears
He didn’t remember much else about her
Didn’t want to.
The picture of petite feet, of his sister’s
Adorned with anklets still flashed fresh
In his mind’s eye
He didn’t remember much else about her
Didn’t want to.
He did remember though, his enchantment
With the tinkling bells, and how his heart
Would skip with unexplained ecstasy
Whenever his sister’s bejewelled feet skipped by.
He remembered too how, with wide-eyed delight
He had secretly possessed his sister’s ornament
And had run to the attic, his own feet to bedeck
And how, when they found him
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