Tucked in my closets
Are boxes of shoes
Black, White and Yellow
Plus a few Blues
I have an addiction
But have no despairs,
I love them all dearly
Here are just three of the pairs…
(They like to speak for themselves…)
Gladiator Sandals, here; pretty, aren’t we?
Well, looks are very deceiving; we are absolute feet torture! She’s worn us just once and whenever she opens the box to look at us, her toes curl up in the fetal position. Our soles are so thin that stepping on a miniscule pebble feels like rock climbing; from the first moment she put us on, she complained about fashion being so painful. A matching handbag and wallet were purchased to compliment a fabulous outfit that she wore to a bridal shower last year but now, we all sit, forgotten and ignored, in her closet.
We… are sophisticated and very stunning pumps…
She put us on when she got all dolled-up for a wedding where we mostly stayed hidden from the limelight because…her hubs doesn’t dance. Her feet tapped along to all the great music during the festivities, making it out to the dance floor for just one, slow dance and then, the night was over. Now, we’re back here in our box where she’s ready to give us away. Free, to a good home, size 7. Maybe, one day, we’ll trip the light fantastic on some happy feet.
Sneakers, just sneakers…
We aren’t just any ordinary athletic shoes, mind you, each of us carried her over the hills and dales of the Berkshire Mountains in Massachusetts recently for a Multiple Sclerosis walk event.
Seven miles that was supposed to be just five but was changed last-minute at the starting line. Seven miles of bopping-along with her iPod blaring tunes like…”Feet, don’t fail me now!” Seven miles of walking on narrow, heavily trafficked roads where the yearly “leaf peepers” driving along rudely forced her, and other participants, into the gulleys or blew their horns in annoyance.
Of course, she reciprocated by flipping each one the bird; hey, she’s from New York! Don’t eff with her…ever!
She’s proud of us; we helped to do some good that day. Along with some of her family, we walked on behalf of her dear girlfriend who has suffered with MS for years. Dotti is Godmother to two of her children and all three kids regard Dotti as their Aunt; she is that special.
Even with everyone’s efforts, hopes and prayers, Dotti’s condition continues to deteriorate but, she’s such a strong woman. Three years ago, she went through an experimental process where cells were removed with the plan of having them cleansed and re-inserted to thwart further progression of the disease. A lack of government funding which supports such treatment finds Dotti waiting..still.
So, we are special sneakers. We gave our fair share of encouraging support when her legs felt like rubber; we steered her clear of some, but not all, dog poop that decorated the roadways (Massachusetts residents seem to avoid the use of pooper-scoopers) and…she didn’t have one blister!
This is us…..
A shoe is an item of footwear intended to protect and comfort the human foot while doing various activities. Shoes are also used as an item of decoration.
Some shoes were made for talkin’.
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