Little Feet

On our way to dinner,
my sister asked me which turn to make.
I remembered the time mum was with us
and her chuckle, almost a sneer but not at me.
"You're asking her?"
She knew I could only lead them with little feet
but these little feet never failed them or me.
Her chuckle echoed in the car
in everyone's mind again that night.
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1 October 2005
(revised 20 July 2006)