This little piggy

Went to market

This little piggy stayed home

This little piggy had roast beef

And this little piggy had none

And this little piggy

Went we we we all the way home

I saw my toes moving

Not by my hand

And the sound of the voice

Brought back the memory

Of me in my crib

And Maury standing behind

Bars or maybe the slats of the crib

But I was in bed last night

Watching Lawrence (the last word)

When this happened

And felt something or

Someone

touching

My toes…

Was it a dream or a wonderful

Memory of childhood

With my sister

Or was she actually

Letting me know

She was ok and happy

By sharing this wonderful

Glimpse of a long forgotten

Time…