For Paige Stanton
originally posted here
They are the platform of my life;
they lead me forward
they cause me to dance
they run when they need to
but walk when they can.
Perhaps they are unloved and shy
embarassed by blemishes
unsure of the Red Wine
Safely tucked away in warm sleeping bag socks
They wish for Sun, but do not dare.
neglected and weather worn
they have braved the cold winter