FROM BOOTIES TO BLUNDSTONES
Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 8:51 am
FROM BOOTIES TO BLUNDSTONES.
The babies shoe was tiny, blue checked gingham with white laces
and a sole of supple leather, white and clean, still pristine neat
which should not be unexpected when you think about it really,
for common sense tells this babe tiny would not yet have found its feet.
But it made me somewhat saddened to see this small shoe discarded
from a foot so small and tender. It just lay there in the street.
So I picked it up and placed on the brick wall of a garden
where it was highly visible – although tiny and discreet.
I doubt the Mum had noticed that the shoe was even missing
until she got home from shopping – Mums are so busy these days.
And I imagined her small baby, dressed in his best bib and tucker
with his small blue gingham shoes on, in his pram – out on display.
And no doubt Mum was stopped often as old Ladies oohed and aahed
and said how beautiful he was and asked ‘is he your only child’.;
or ‘does he take after his Father’, and ‘ how old is he Darling’
all the pleasantries that people pass when at them a child smiled.
Oh yes it’s just a baby shoe – blue checked gingham with white laces.
But it’s more than that, it symbolizes love and hope and dreams.
It is something that a Mother would hold to her heart remembering
that twenty years had passed so quickly – though like yesterday it seems.
Maureen Clifford © 04/11
The babies shoe was tiny, blue checked gingham with white laces
and a sole of supple leather, white and clean, still pristine neat
which should not be unexpected when you think about it really,
for common sense tells this babe tiny would not yet have found its feet.
But it made me somewhat saddened to see this small shoe discarded
from a foot so small and tender. It just lay there in the street.
So I picked it up and placed on the brick wall of a garden
where it was highly visible – although tiny and discreet.
I doubt the Mum had noticed that the shoe was even missing
until she got home from shopping – Mums are so busy these days.
And I imagined her small baby, dressed in his best bib and tucker
with his small blue gingham shoes on, in his pram – out on display.
And no doubt Mum was stopped often as old Ladies oohed and aahed
and said how beautiful he was and asked ‘is he your only child’.;
or ‘does he take after his Father’, and ‘ how old is he Darling’
all the pleasantries that people pass when at them a child smiled.
Oh yes it’s just a baby shoe – blue checked gingham with white laces.
But it’s more than that, it symbolizes love and hope and dreams.
It is something that a Mother would hold to her heart remembering
that twenty years had passed so quickly – though like yesterday it seems.
Maureen Clifford © 04/11