THE Shoes
Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2018 3:18 pm
Overseas on holiday intent on buying shoes -
excursion to a giant mall with many she could choose.
With limits on her budget both in bank account and mind
a pair of summer sandals shouldn’t be too hard to find.
Extravagance was not her way nor was she slave to trend.
A style she couldn’t find at home – the rule she wouldn’t bend.
The shoe stores in Australia were represented here,
she didn’t think to enter them. Her reasoning was clear.
Exotic Eastern fashion stores with rhinestones and with bling,
She also chose to walk on by. They really weren’t her thing!
No luck in discount shoe shops or the big department stores,
she found herself on foreign ground – the pricey upper floors!
She neared my store and took a glance intending to pass by.
She slowed and stopped and turned her head to that which caught her eye.
She spoke to her companion, ‘twas her daughter at a guess,
“Should I go in and take a look?” The younger nodded, yes.
I saw both trepidation and excitement in her eyes,
Intending just to ask the price and if we had her size.
I ducked behind the curtain for ‘the white with pastel tone’
and from their box retrieved the shoes while she slipped off her own.
She fidgeted a little, check her wallet once then twice.
“I love them Jen, they’re gorgeous. Oh but have you seen the price?
“Mum, they fit you beautifully and suit you too, it’s true.
You do a lot for others but you don’t do much for you.”
She stood and walked around a bit and gave a guilty smile,
but truth be told she hadn’t felt this pampered for a while.
AH! So now I get it…just like switching on a light,
She worries if it’s right to want – if what she wants is right!
Her furrowed brow and anxious eyes betraying her unease.
The guilty sense of recklessness was dealt with by degrees.
Her face relaxed, a peaceful end to some internal war.
She raised her chin, she paid the price and wore them out the door!
excursion to a giant mall with many she could choose.
With limits on her budget both in bank account and mind
a pair of summer sandals shouldn’t be too hard to find.
Extravagance was not her way nor was she slave to trend.
A style she couldn’t find at home – the rule she wouldn’t bend.
The shoe stores in Australia were represented here,
she didn’t think to enter them. Her reasoning was clear.
Exotic Eastern fashion stores with rhinestones and with bling,
She also chose to walk on by. They really weren’t her thing!
No luck in discount shoe shops or the big department stores,
she found herself on foreign ground – the pricey upper floors!
She neared my store and took a glance intending to pass by.
She slowed and stopped and turned her head to that which caught her eye.
She spoke to her companion, ‘twas her daughter at a guess,
“Should I go in and take a look?” The younger nodded, yes.
I saw both trepidation and excitement in her eyes,
Intending just to ask the price and if we had her size.
I ducked behind the curtain for ‘the white with pastel tone’
and from their box retrieved the shoes while she slipped off her own.
She fidgeted a little, check her wallet once then twice.
“I love them Jen, they’re gorgeous. Oh but have you seen the price?
“Mum, they fit you beautifully and suit you too, it’s true.
You do a lot for others but you don’t do much for you.”
She stood and walked around a bit and gave a guilty smile,
but truth be told she hadn’t felt this pampered for a while.
AH! So now I get it…just like switching on a light,
She worries if it’s right to want – if what she wants is right!
Her furrowed brow and anxious eyes betraying her unease.
The guilty sense of recklessness was dealt with by degrees.
Her face relaxed, a peaceful end to some internal war.
She raised her chin, she paid the price and wore them out the door!