Wednesday, February 7, 2018
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,
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
that carry me up and down the shore,
for Susan's prompt at Midweek Motif: Shoes