My first were red and kinda cute,
White stitching made them pop,
Protected little toddler feet,
When cows were wont to stomp!
From there I learned to lace and tie,
White runners were the thing.
Until the day that I found out,
They don’t do well in spring.
From there, a lot of shoes went past,
Both feminine and not,
One thing they had in common were,
They were by Mama bought.
The sling-backs from my outfit broke,
My teen-aged heart broke, too,
I carried one, and wore the mate,
Told friends the break was new.
Competing for the Hereford Queen,
Dad said to dress the part,
Fine, handmade boots, he bought for me,
Convinced that I’d look smart!
Poor newlyweds. The shoes I bought,
Though cheap (and from a bin),
Well, when I finally wore them out,
‘Twas just like losing kin!
My running years saw shoes galore,
Some cheap, some with a bill,
But, oh the miles they helped me run,
I wish I had them still!
And now I look from here to there,
At shoes I loved or scoffed.
Some comfort now, is all I ask…
And easy on and off.
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| Photo Credit: Karen of bakinginatornado.com |
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With gentle thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So Karen, Charlotte, Mimi, me
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?
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