Tiny Feet

Amy Turn Sharp Poetry

you are tiptoeing
across the threshold of babyhood
your tiny feet
make noises
like a creaky staircase
that lives in my heart
I am the old lady at the top
peering down
and I sing Tom Petty to you

My Heartbreaker

Amy Turn Sharp because i said so

And my heart falls to the floor, right out of my body and around the room. His fingers used to be so small like the tiniest promise, the boldest whisper. And now he woos me with Neil Young. And now we move like folk singers across the carpet.