Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Shoes



My first word was "oosh" for "shoe".
The shoes kept growing bigger
as I walked a million miles
through childhood summers,
through evenings looking in windows,
in the city,
dreaming of the home
I would one day have,
and then
through long autumn afternoons
pushing a baby carriage,
wearing out tires and footwear.

I walked my way from city to country,
from desert to seaside,
and back again.

I am still walking, my shoes now
an old woman's sturdy black
with orthotics,
that carry me up and down the shore,
rejoicing.


for Susan's prompt at Midweek Motif: Shoes


18 comments:

  1. Yummmm, this journey in shoes is worthy of a poem! The long chain of finding other shoes when the roles wear thin! Good, good!

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  2. A thousand miles....a million memories - all from shoes😊

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  3. I like the image of you walking through childhood summers, your shoes growing as you walk, Sherry.

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  4. In life we wear many shoes, each one unique in the journey.

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  5. Such vital pieces of equipment! I am glad for the "rejoicing"!

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  6. This piece took me back too to those days when we walked everywhere right up to time I got married I still didn't get a car until our first house was miles from the town where we both worked. Isn't it stange how other peoples memories give you flash backs of your own? I really loved this for that reason.

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  7. Rejoicing moments are what it is all about. Lovely poem, Sherry.

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  8. Life's journeys... so eloquently put!

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  9. After so much strenuous walking, how nice that now there is rejoicing even if in orthopedic shoes. I'm happy for you.

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  10. Did you look through city windows at night? So did I! I imagined what was going on behind the glass. And, oh, some of the things I imagined! :)

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  11. The shoes we wore reflected our circumstances that improved gradually with time.

    Hank

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  12. The poem has such a cute beginning that it stays with the reader till 'rejoicing'. And there's the Journey of course in between. A feel good poem this is dear friend.

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  13. Walking is inspirational without a mobile phone and headphones (of course)

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  14. I love your words Sherry, of how your shoes grew with you, in your journey of life.
    Anna :o]

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  15. We've just walked with you for awhile, sharing your stories, kindling our own memories .... and how amazing this journey .... rejoice! rejoice! yes .... a life full and well worn (the shoes and your experiences - as in, you wear it all well)

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  16. Wonderful images of that walk of life, Sherry, each age with shoes that allow you to do what the age dictates. May you go on walking for a long time yet and wear away many more pairs of shoes...

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