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Grandma Shoes

When I was very little,
All the Grandmas that I knew
Were wearing the same kind
Of ugly Grandma shoes.

You know the kind I mean..
Clunky heeled, black, lace-up kind,
They just looked so very awful
That it weighed upon my mind.

For I knew, when I grew old
I'd have to wear those shoes
I'd think of that from time to time
It seemed like such bad news.

I never was a rebel
I wore saddle shoes to school
And next came ballerinas
Then sandals, pretty cool.

And then came spikes with pointed toes
Then platforms, very tall
As each new fashion came along
I wore them one and all.

But always in the distance
Looming in my future, there,
Was that awful pair of ugly shoes
The kind that Grandmas wear.

I eventually got married
And then became a Mom
Our boys grew up and left
And when their children came along

I knew I was a Grandma
and the time was drawing near
When those clunky, black old lace-up shoes
Was what I'd have to wear.

How would I do my gardening
or take my morning hike?
I couldnít even think about
How I would ride my bike!

But fashions kept evolving
And one day I realized
That the shape of things to come
Was changing, right before my eyes

And now when I go shopping,
What I see fills me with glee
For, in my jeans and Reeboks
I'm as comfy as can be.

And I look at all these little girls
And there upon their feet
Are clunky, black old Grandma shoes
And I really think thatís neat.

Betty Cessna
August, 1999




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