Shoes

I have a picture of you
in your first shoes,
taken by an eager
shop assistant. You
are angry, trying
to climb out of them,
as if they are the first
of many shackles.

I recall that you, –
my early walking,
ever mobile,
bouncing baby –
refused to take a step
for me, or for
the nice, kind lady
with the camera.

You eyed us balefully.

Betrayed.

 

 

For Poets United, where the midweek motif is “shoes”.Ā 

10 thoughts on “Shoes

  1. “as if they are the first
    of many shackles”

    Brilliant! I am so glad you captured this in a poem. My own mother, even at 93, speaks of how she’d always wish to be barefoot. This is why, and yet, what else can loving parents do?

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  2. it’s funny, isn’t it – but so many babies really don’t want anything to do with shoes …. free toes rule – easier to suck too! šŸ˜‰

    I love this perspective – and the subject you chose – re: baby and refusal. It’s fresh! šŸ™‚

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