Mama's Moccasins 
My feet warm and cozy.
Resting in her moccasin slippers.
Where her feet, at one time existed,
Enjoying their enveloping seclusion,
On chilly winter days, when skies were grey.
Together on their adventures.

Or fireside lounging, with outside, snow falling.
Her giant toes, wiggling happily inside their warm home.
Mama, romance novel perusing. 📖
Toes content in their safe seclusion.

As my giant toes, at this time, wiggle, *my toes are tiny. 🤥
Hearing, an ever so soft remembrance.
A distinctive giggle, echos comingle.

Ghostly toes, ethereally imprinting👻👻👻
In recognition they wiggle, laughing, reminiscing,
Chit-chatting, toes hugging, In the way toes hug.
More like A nudge. “Hello there, old friend!” They say.
Nudge, nudge, nudge!
With soft, stinky kisses. *My feet never stink btw. NEVER! 🤬
So long to be apart, to be sadly missing.
 
20 friends, reuniting, so exciting.
“Do you remember the time?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” They responded, proclaiming.
In unison, remembering the times. Exclaiming.
Playing on Mama’s bed, such silliness,
So much fun. Talking to each other, as toes do.
Such silly voices, so squeaky!
Ridiculous conversations. Nonsensical, hysterical.
Wiggling, gesticulating in excited animation

Do my toes feel this bitter-sweet sadness?
As I do, writing this down?
To only have a ghost replace,
Her solid presence, occupying space?
Filling the entire room.
Laughter so distinctly hers,
An explosive enlivening, sonic boom.
Expanding, contagious. Joy overflowing.
Pure, unadulterated happiness, expounding,
Throughout the lands, echoing resounding.

Please, dear memories, I do implore,
With all the greatest of respect, 
Never forget. Never forget.
Never, never, never, forget!

*I may have told this story before, or many times, but I’ll tell it again. The best memories I have of my dear mama, are when the two of us would lounge around on her bed, gossiping, talking about new-age stuff like crystals, being silly. It’s the being silly part that I loved the most. I don’t know how it started but a ritual began. Our toes, when together, would begin talking to each other in the dumbest, silliest way imaginable. It drove my older sister Becky nuts, haha! I wish I could remember what exactly our toes would talk about. I do remember how they wiggled in animation. Those are precious moments of connection that I will always cherish.

I wish so much to hear her laugh one more time. I hope I never forget the sound. You are missing out if you’ve never heard Mama laugh.