Once the feet that grew
Lived in my shoes.
A size per grade, tidy
That way.  Then time
Moved in other ways
More typical, benign
Summers, winters,
Trimesters, births.
Tiny toes like caterpillars
In fuzzy pale socks
Size zero is the beginning
And the end.
Tonight three
New pairs line the room
Toes to the wall
13, 3, and 5
Our lives rush on
Swiftly I count in shoe sizes
And time hurries by
In their shoes.