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
