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Her Shoes Were New
by Maria Terezia FerenczI remember being angry at her
because her shoes were new
and mine were old and worn
I remember wanting her curls
golden red sunshine catchers
mine dull brown straight down
Angry at her parents, loving, caring, kind
not like mine
Oh yes
I remember wanting to be her
wanting to wear her shoes, her hair, her heart
I remembered all of that
and more
as I looked down at her
in that casket that day
golden red sunshine catcher
and then I thought
my shoes are really not that bad
they are kind of broken in, comfortable
and I walked away 05/21/2007 Author's Note: Scary but I did this once.....Comparisons are odious INDEED.
Posted on 05/21/2007
Copyright © 2025 Maria Terezia Ferencz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 05/23/07 at 11:03 PM Very strong and sad, the "sunshine catcher" opposite of dream catcher...it did not ward the bad dreams away... in such finality...that's when we learn, and never forget...you have captured this very well. The shoe image I think is extremely appropriate, as the sayings go... this is the kind of experience that brings them into new focus... such as 'walking in another's shoes'. Excellent. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/24/07 at 11:21 PM There is an interesting twist to burying people in new clothes. I liked this look through your eyes and the varied emotions brought on by viewing this person. I liked the phrase "golden red sunshine catcher". |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 05/25/07 at 02:51 AM Hi Maria,
This is full of emotions, and sad too. The death of the little girl. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/22/08 at 06:42 PM definitely an interesting twist. wasn't expecting the casket. |
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