I say goodbye to little shoes
unused for thirty years,
…they held feet
so small and new.
Feet with tiny toes that curled,
then grew.
Protected by these little shoes
they stood, then walked
and almost flew.
I say goodbye to little shoes
that held the precious feet
as people grew.
Grew to men and woman now
whose feet are fast
…on chosen paths.
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This is amazing! Well done
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Thank you. Our children grew up too fast. It is hard to say goodbye to those “little” things that remind me of them.
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My boy just turned 9 and I still have his first pair. Your poem struck that happy memory. Thank you
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My sis in law, Kathy Schoen is doing a series of paintings on shoes and the stories behind them. I wonder if you would like to share this with her.
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Please feel free to share it with her. I don’t have her contact information.
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Shoes are almost as interesting as hands. They have character, don’t they?
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PS I really like this poem.
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Thank you.
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This is beautiful. It speaks to my heart. I can hear your calm, gentle voice reading it. ❤️
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Thank you, Marjie. You’re very sweet.
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