The Shoes
Blue and muddy with grubby cords A pair of shoes returned to mourn The vibrant body that said goodbye The day my darling before you died. You stood before me eyes so bright Tattered jeans and full of life You kissed my lips and I kissed yours Mother's scolding, mother’s scorn For shoes so grubby with tattered cords Now left my darling for me to mourn. Oh silent shoes, why so quiet You led my daughter from my life To the football field and party's glee A journey which took her away from me. Oh hateful shoes, which dared to tread A path unknown, a parent's dread You took my daughter and now she's dead. Oh silent shoes, sit on my floor To remind me of what was before The loving kiss and arms outheld To assure her mum that all was well. The vibrant body full of life The loving arms which held me tight - A laugh, a scold and final embrace Which closed the door on her dear, dear face. Oh loving shoes, sit on my floor You took my Cathy to God's door She knocked, He answered, and took her in Her young heart happy and smiling. © Helen Catherine Cramer 19th September 1981 ©Photography: Helen Catherine Cramer |
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