Footwear

Boots and shoes, I have worn them all.
From the white, crinkly go-go boots when I was seven years old,
to the ballet shoes I tried thinking that’s what I wanted to be.
The cowboy boots my stepmother insisted that my sister and I must have,
if we were going to ride horses then shit-kickers were in demand.
The rubber boots I wore to walk through the shallow puddles of Pine Creek,
slightly made me feel somewhat safe against the hissing snakes.
My favorite tennis shoes, brown and orange in the late 70’s,
went with my uniform when I was bussing tables.
High heels I had to try but they were really not for me,
clumsy as I was, I’d be falling to my knees.
Slippers are my style, soft and cozy on the feet,
toasty during those winter days they make my feet complete.