The Shoes
The shoes, gray, worn, with a small hole near the big toe area
Carrying the young man
In his daily life
To school and back
To the driveway to shoot baskets
To the batting cages to hit baseballs
To the driveway to take the dog for a walk
Occasionally, to my car to come for a visit
"Where are my shoes? I can't find them."
"Just grab another pair......"
No, there isn't another pair.
Just the one. pair. of. shoes.
"Do you need another pair?"
"No, I just need one pair."
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"Nice boots!" I say "Let me see them." I add
He takes them off and I notice the details, the stitching, the zipper
He tries them on, "I think they are too big. I didn't try them on, I just grabbed them cause the store was about to close."
We exchange them for a pair that fit perfectly.
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I'd like to get another pair of nice shoes, like these boots."
"Well lets go to Kohl's or JCPenny's and see what they have."
Boots on, boots off
Boots on, boots off
Brown, black, gray
Gray and tan
Zippers, no zippers
"These gray ones are nice."
"Yes, they are."
The milk lets down, without a thought
My shirt is damp now
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"I think I need a new pair of tennis shoes, do you think we could go shopping for some?"
As a tide rolls in and crashes naturally on the beach, my love rolled out and saturated the sand.
The jetty, once 10 feet high,
built to keep the waves off the sand, and sea oats, and beach morning glories
Disappeared.
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Buy one get one 50% off
"Let's find a pair of black boots"
Here comes the flood of milk
It runs down and out
saturating my soul
My feet are standing in a puddle of love
The gate, opened by the child himself, allows the milk to flow
As an over-full breast aches and pounds with a desire to be free
My heart's cork has been pulled out, by the hand of a child,
my last one,
my baby boy
now a young man
But will always remain, forever, my child
And I will forever have a flow of love for him
As every mother has for her child
No matter the age, or circumstance or condition of life
******************************************************
Milk flows and flows and flows
And the ache ends
And the chest relaxes
And the tears of joy cascade into a puddle
and mix with the milk
And the puddle shows the colors of love
The shoes, gray, worn, with a small hole near the big toe area
Carrying the young man
In his daily life
To school and back
To the driveway to shoot baskets
To the batting cages to hit baseballs
To the driveway to take the dog for a walk
Occasionally, to my car to come for a visit
"Where are my shoes? I can't find them."
"Just grab another pair......"
No, there isn't another pair.
Just the one. pair. of. shoes.
"Do you need another pair?"
"No, I just need one pair."
******************************************************
"Nice boots!" I say "Let me see them." I add
He takes them off and I notice the details, the stitching, the zipper
He tries them on, "I think they are too big. I didn't try them on, I just grabbed them cause the store was about to close."
We exchange them for a pair that fit perfectly.
******************************************************
I'd like to get another pair of nice shoes, like these boots."
"Well lets go to Kohl's or JCPenny's and see what they have."
Boots on, boots off
Boots on, boots off
Brown, black, gray
Gray and tan
Zippers, no zippers
"These gray ones are nice."
"Yes, they are."
The milk lets down, without a thought
My shirt is damp now
******************************************************
"I think I need a new pair of tennis shoes, do you think we could go shopping for some?"
As a tide rolls in and crashes naturally on the beach, my love rolled out and saturated the sand.
The jetty, once 10 feet high,
built to keep the waves off the sand, and sea oats, and beach morning glories
Disappeared.
******************************************************
Buy one get one 50% off
"Let's find a pair of black boots"
Here comes the flood of milk
It runs down and out
saturating my soul
My feet are standing in a puddle of love
The gate, opened by the child himself, allows the milk to flow
As an over-full breast aches and pounds with a desire to be free
My heart's cork has been pulled out, by the hand of a child,
my last one,
my baby boy
now a young man
But will always remain, forever, my child
And I will forever have a flow of love for him
As every mother has for her child
No matter the age, or circumstance or condition of life
******************************************************
Milk flows and flows and flows
And the ache ends
And the chest relaxes
And the tears of joy cascade into a puddle
and mix with the milk
And the puddle shows the colors of love
