An ode to my toes

Little toes where art thou?
It has been so long since I have seen thee.
Where once you lay,
A protrusion rotund is all I see.

I can feel you wiggle
and move like thou art there.
Yet I can not see thee,
and am wondering how you fare?

Are you well little toes?
Does thou look still the same?
Or has thou taken on fluid?
And big toes, thou will need to be renamed.

Can I find thee?
Are ye on the other side of this mound?
Am I brave enough?
To even take a peek around.

I am and I must
for we have been parted far to long
There you are!
Alas! My heart doth burst into song!

Little toes you look well.
It's nice to thee my friend!
Little toes we must promise.
To not go so long before see each other again.