Those Shoes the ones that didn’t fit my mother wanted me to wear? For sixty-three years I tried her way No room for my toes to breathe Finally pitched them into the giveaway bag I’ve stepped into my own shoes
It sure is! But I also carry the damage those shoes did to my feet — of course I'm speaking of high heels. I gave up wearing them at age 21, but the damage was already done. I thought it was the perfect metaphor for this poem about my mother, and finding my own way.
Yay for stepping into your own shoes! Love that last line!
Yay indeed!!!!!
Isn’t strange how much emotion shoes carry?
It sure is! But I also carry the damage those shoes did to my feet — of course I'm speaking of high heels. I gave up wearing them at age 21, but the damage was already done. I thought it was the perfect metaphor for this poem about my mother, and finding my own way.
I too live the last line....stepping into your own life, finally!
Magic!
Merci!
Took long enough! But I got there — and it sounds like you did too. Hallelujah for that!
Wonderful move.
Brilliant!