Dear Dr. Seuss (part 2)

Dirt Feet

My hair is long,
From neglected times gone

My eyes are red,
Watering the African Violets
In my head

My heart is heavy,
Listening for sounds,
Memories not ready

My feet are bare,
Together a pair

How rare the sweet smell,
Of wet, black soil,
Caught between my toes

No longer without a care

Dear Dr. Seuss