Red Shoes

For many people, their memories of their first day of school is one of the actual school, the day, the feelings, how parent’s were. For me, it was my red shoes


A little girl , 4yrs of age, waking in the morning,
Seeing my clothes await me on my rocking horse,
Yet I didn’t care for those, catching my eye, a glimmer of red hiding underneath,
So eager I tried to pull them out, to be told to wait, I sighed, a little me, keen to grab,
Forced down to breakfast, all I could think of was that red shinning on my rocking horse,
Breakfast done, I ran back to my room, throwing on my clothes, finding my socks,
I sit on the floor, the glimmer of red, finally in my hands.
A smile, as I held my brand new red little t bar shoe’s in my hands,
I loved these shoe’s, I didn’t care for my clothes, I just wanted my shoes.
Pulling on my white socks, not caring how they sat, I jammed my feet into the shoes,
OOPs, wrong feet, quick switch over, Wiggling my toes, I ask for help doing up the buckle,
I stand and wiggle my toes some more,
I loved my little red patent shoe’s, not as much as my tatty bear, but it was close,
I hopped skipped and jumped down the stairs, promising my shoe’s I would look after them,
As I headed to school, showing all who would listen my shiny red shoes,

I was growing though, my little red shoe’s, I looked after them,
Polishing them, cleaning them, until I couldn’t squash my toes in them any more,
One morning, I awoke, the little red shoe’s replaced with boring black shoe’s,
I put them on, I didn’t hop, skip and jump down the stairs,
I didn’t show them to all who went by, My toes didn’t wiggle,

But I moved on, accepted I was growing, and my shiny red shoe’s were gone.

Those little red shoe’s though, I have never forgotten,
My first day at school? I couldn’t tell you,
My little red shiny shoe’s, they were my everything for that short time.