A little girl holds on to a chair,
teetering in her mother’s shoes,
shiny leather stilettos,
her feet squashed down into the toes.
Granny smiles, forgets for a moment
the bunions on her aching feet,
the pain when walking down the street,
the raw skin and unbearable heat.
After bath time, with pyjamas on,
they play this little piggy:
her toes are free
to wriggle and breathe,
and the little girl
tickles her mercilessly.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads – Writing Shoes
Marian has reminded us that it is day 27 of NaPoWriMo and we are almost there! She wants us to race to the finish by writing about shoes! She says that, when thinking about music to accompany her fun photo, she wasn’t able to choose between three quintessential songs by iconic artists. So she shared all three: Paul Simon with Ladysmith Black Mambazo, Elvis Costello, and too-soon-gone Townes Van Zandt.
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A very good post. Thanks for sharing!
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A girl in every drugstore I love this Poem.
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Thank you!
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Some memories stick, don’t they?
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They certainly do!
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This is soo endearing.. so tender.. delicate and yet the memory you have painted here is so powerful that it lingers after its been read!❤️
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Thanks Sanaa! i’m just about to read the other poems for this prompt. See you over there!
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❤️
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Lovely reminiscence which I can relate to in both roles.
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Thank you, Rosemary.
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Clear as a photograph. Beautiful reminiscence.
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Thanks Paul!
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Oh, I remember the girls walking in high heels at their grandmother’s house. It is such a precious memory.
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I haven’t worn heels since! My daughter loves them, though.
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Liked reading this, Kim. Little girls are made of sugar and spice. They play in Grandma’s shoes, in Grandma’s house. Spend the night, perhaps. Games galore.
Do you remember doing things with your grandmother? Mine was special but I can’t remember playing this little pig.
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My parents and I lived with my grandparents until I was four and I stayed on with them until I was six or seven. Happy days.
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YES! Just a beautiful, beautiful picture of life.
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I wish I could go back.
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Love this! With my own kids, I altered so that a toe had pizza instead of roast beef. Popular 🙂
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I lead Bounce and Rhyme groups for parents, grandparents, babies and toddlers at two of the local libraries and ‘This Little Piggy’ is a favourite. I haven’t tried pizza instead of roast beef yet – I might do that next week!
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My wife refuse to wear heels… and I think barefoot is the only way for her… my great sympathy
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I prefer either barefoot or Doc Marten’s boots!
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Brava.. 🌹🌹🌹
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Such sweet imagery!!! That is so beautifully depicted by words.
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