Shoes Never Worn |
By Cheryl L. Miller |
Shoes never worn
Now sit idle On the stand, To remind me that They never walked Through snow, dirt nor sand. No telltale creases Or tiny wrinkles To show the signs of wear. The toes aren’t scuffed, Nor is the leather cracked, For tiny feet were never there. Forever bronzed In a shade of gold To withstand the test of time. A frozen memory Of your quiet departure, The shoes you left behind. |