We had a little spider <br />Several years ago, <br />His home was in the bathroom, <br />Beside the overflow. <br />He wasn't any trouble, <br />He never did intrude, <br />He kept his eyes averted <br />When we were in the nude. <br />He came to mind quite recently <br />As I began to paint <br />The blessed wooden window frames, <br />A job I really hate. <br />I look for him quite often <br />But I know he isn't there, <br />He vanished quite a while ago <br />But then, he left an heir. <br />Another little spider, <br />Just like the one before, <br /> We're careful not to tread on him <br />When he is on the floor. <br />We know that this one's different, <br />The secret's in his toes, <br />All of his are black you see <br />Just like his little nose. <br />The other one was curious, <br />We chose to call him Gloss, <br />In honour of his three white feet <br />And the paint he walked across.<br /><br />Sherrie Lowe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/teeny-tiny-footprints/
