For Poetry Jam
Mother sends me off to school
barely six in my lace up (sensible) oxford shoes
first grader full of angst ..
Fast forward ten years
oh yeah .. me in my black and white saddles
far out way cool dancing shoes (Mother doesn’t know) ..
Time marches on ~ ten years later and on my own
me in my three-inch pointy toe heels
bunions surreptitiously forming ..
++ Twenty years ` growing older
time to fix the feet ~ the price I pay
surgery booties ~ ##$$%& ghastly ugly ..
Today? Sensible shoes! Sensible me!
Mother would be so proud!