A poem based on loss. |
For sale: Baby shoes, never worn What size? I’m not sure Very small, so small I haven’t checked, to be honest I’d have no idea at all What do they look like? Oh, the picture, im sorry Its just, I didn’t take it Ill go check, maybe tomorrow, don’t worry But they are pink With a bow on the heal And they are sparkly, and shimmery With sequins on the front, in a pretty greeny teal And they have dolphins to the side Who are leaping, like from a wave And a sun drawn on the front Only for sale, as the receipt I did not save And there’s an ice-cream on the front Did I forget to mention Its half melted, I think, actually, sorry Possibly due the untimely invasion Of dust, on the hems Of a golden lace, Oh, wheres that picture? Ill take one tomorrow, todays too much to face. Are they healed? I think, to be honest I cant quite remember You want to buy unseen? Oh wow, okay, this is quick, so, sir How old is your daughter? Is she kind? Is she sweet? Will she cherish these shoes On her tiny little feet I’m sorry, but I don’t think your right For the purchase of these shoes Of course, home is paramount For something like these, I simply wouldn’t want them to lose Out on life? They must go somewhere to be loved Where they will walk through puddles Up hills, over logs Witness long, mother, daughter cuddles. Because they are beautiful And so very unique, and they can not be taken from me so I wish you luck, as you seek to find little shoes to fit your daughters little feet in the mean time, they can wait for a new home, so petite. |