Carried

Bare and cold,

They carry me to the beds

Where innocence breathes

Baby's breath

Onto my eyelashes.

Hot and tired,

They carry me through the crowds

Where excitement overflows

Tiny hearts

And love fills my own.

Swollen and sore,

They carry me on a journey

Where another life begins;

Ten fingers

And ten tiny toes.

Bruised and battered,

They refuse to carry me down the path

Where my fears lie.

True love

Carries me then;

True love made of four pairs of feet.