New Shoes

Red leather shoes,
little red shoes.
For memory sake,
they are my muse.
Little eyes looking,
little hands to hold.
Red leather shoes,
little red shoes.
Tears in my eyes,
and I am six years old.

Sometimes we wander,
when we really should sit still.
Memories to ponder,
like flowers in a jar, on the sill.
One of these days I will stop this spin.
One of these nights,
these old dreams will finally let me in.
One of these moments I will find my true place.
My heart will know,
will know,
will know the love I feel still,
for those red leather shoes.
Little red shoes to fill.


Nancy McEldowney
2011