I recognize them white as snow
I've never seen them here before
I'm stand on these feet, bare floor
First guess was Mother's but they're not
Her's were stuffed in shoes then forgot
Her toes were gently peanut round
On these feet, nothing round is found
Each bony toe, each tendon stretched
Prehensile enough as if to catch
Of all my features most admired
Would my heart prefer be desired?
Naked on the floor they give voice
My brazen feet dance and rejoice
You may think me foolish, silly, or odd
My free feet dance a blessing to God
They shout as they dance of the joy to survive
They sing of the song of just being alive.