Monday, March 5, 2007

Baby's bronze shoes

Dipped in bronze
Baby’s first shoes
Treasured memories
Not wanting to lose

Those first baby steps
To write in a book
Each difficult step
Her baby took

Those little white shoes
Worn just for a year
The polish was scuffed
But still they were dear

That first pair of shoes
She couldn’t discard
Treasured moments
Outside in the yard

Dipped in bronze
And then displayed
Remembering how
Her baby played

Those shoes disappeared
And couldn’t be found
Reminders of footsteps
So soft on the ground

Baby’s bronze shoes
Had gotten too old
And thrown away
When her house was sold

By, Randee Saber 3/5/07
Poets Northwest Contest
3rd Place Honorable Mention, 2007