The Patron Saint of Talipes Foot

Odds were,
your one would always be
the one in a thousand
born with the feet turned,
tipped like horse’s hooves.
Two to one said,
this one, laid for months
with plastered legs,
would be a son.
But here is my girl;
correction and provenance.
And my girl will be a salt
never trodden
beneath the feet
of men.


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