Twinkle twinkle little toes
Soft shoes to keep from cold
Patent leather shiny black
Hear me coming, clack, clack, clack
Then quiet demeanor I remember
Mary Jane’s were soft and tender
The 60’s came, we turned a corner
Fears in me became the stronger
Black, white bucks were hard and bold
Go Go boots, stark and cold
One day I read of sandaled feet
That traveled on this earth to meet
All of us who’s feet were tired
Of covering up the path they mired
He washed me clean, t’was like a flood
No soap and towel, He used His blood
Today no matter the shoes I wear
My steps have purpose to declare
It’s not the shoes that make you whole
But the one who’s home is in your soul
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Prompt is A closet full of shoes. What comes to mind when you think of shoes?
“Today no matter the shoes I wear
My steps have purpose to declare”
Truly if all feet had such purpose… !
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You took me on a walk into the past with:
‘Patent leather shiny black
Hear me coming, clack, clack, clack’!
I am still quite partial to soft, tender Mary Janes but my favourite footwear has to be boots.
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To me this is about getting free of all restraints that tether us… the shoes are one of those.
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Freeing up poem, Mary. Love your last two lines.
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