If the Shoe Fits

It starts in code

A secret glance here

Sisters’ eyes lock

A tsk tsk there

“Actions have consequences,” the older one says.

 

Mother is oblivious

Unconcerned

A blanket of darkness unfolds

Apparent sleepless night

Linking yesterday to today

 

Girls visit the farm

Back too soon

Doors slam angrily

Crease lines stretch across mother’s forehead

“What’s going on?” she asks.

 

Moment of truth arrives

Little voice not quite loud enough

Maybe it’s on vacation, too

Out of balance, uneven, off

And missing a shoe

 

“I didn’t want you to be mad at me.”

Sobbing, puffy red eyes

Wet cheeks, swollen face

Tears of regret wishing for time travel

She’d make a different choice

 

An urgency to set things right

She’s old enough

She knows better

Thrived as a camper here

“Is this the shoe you’re looking for?”

 

A fleeting image

Tall, flowered rubber boots

Skipping

Sun-kissed, freckled face

Smiling

 

“I’m sorry,” she says quietly.

 

3 thoughts on “If the Shoe Fits

    • Thanks for reading! I appreciate your adjective, “sweet” to describe your feeling about the poem. At the time, it seemed anything but sweet! I will head over to your site, to read your poem, too! Happy Tuesday!

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  1. I love this stanza:

    Moment of truth arrives

    Little voice not quite loud enough

    Maybe it’s on vacation, too

    Out of balance, uneven, off

    And missing a shoe

    The rhythm and rhyme, but mostly the heart contained in the metaphor of the voice on vacation and the lack of “rightness” and balance. This is a beautiful poem! Thanks.

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