These red shoes
are kept in my vault.
are kept in my vault.
They are my most prized possession.
They represent true beginnings.
I remember the day I first saw them,
I wavered,
flabbergasted by the price,
debating whether they were really worth it.
Had I known they would last through four children
perhaps I would have been more confident.
But on that day,
the weight of the world hung over me.
Proof alone,
I was a first time parent.
the weight of the world hung over me.
Proof alone,
I was a first time parent.
This made me tear up and go look at the small pink shoes I have in the wicker basket in my closet.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reminding me.
Sometimes a simple photo can be the best part of one's day. Thanks for making my day with this one.
ReplyDeleteThose shoes are wonderful. I have a pair I bought for my daughter, of pale blue felt with embroidered flowers in green and white. I'd always thought shoes for a baby who doesn't yet need them were silly, yet how better to remember the size of the foot than with a shoe? They are in my trunk of crayon drawings and tiny bloomers and a stuffed animal named Piggy.
ReplyDeleteOh. Those shoes. I can actually see the little chubby legs.
ReplyDeleteAnd I love your poem, especially the bit about the weight of the world hanging from you being proof that you were a first time parent.
first:
ReplyDeletei don't know what i love more the, the picture or the poem.
second:
something happen with the RSS feed link i saved and i have been missing your posts (and by something, i mean that i jacked up the link somehow when i copy and pasted it in my feed reader). so i'm going to leave a few comments all in one here. although, it was nice to sink in and read through multiple posts at once, like when you DVR multiple episodes and get to watch them all in one night.
third:
good for your for speaking up at yoga. a yoga studio needs to strive for zero distraction. it was inconsiderate to assume you guys would be okay with pictures. it's probably good the putrid spray started at the beginning of class, it helped get you to your ENOUGH-ALREADY tolerance level more quickly.
fourth:
ugh, greg mortenson, i can't imagine living with the weight of the worlds he has witnessed, yet the times i've heard him, he sounds so ready to take on more.
and finally:
i've got a greeting card under a magnet on my refrigerator that reads, "We may be the luckiest people alive."
alright, now i have to go re-copy the RSS link.
amyg
The poem and the photo are wonderful. Four kids wore those shoes? That's a story in itself.
ReplyDeleteJust precious!
ReplyDeleteThe photo and the story!
Barb