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Sunday, April 23, 2017

#NPM17 - Poem 23 of 30 - Tiny Shoes


         "Poetry is frosted fire." – J. Patrick Lewis

      See all the poetic events this month in the sidebar.  My goal for Poetry Month: 
                                               TINY THINGS.  







   
           Tiny Shoes

I have a pair of baby shoes
worn by Grandpa long ago.
His mother kept them tucked away
in the years she watched him grow,
remembering his baby steps
toddling first around a room,
then walking out, no, running
to life’s dreams about to bloom.
Now I keep her treasure safe,
remember bygone hours.
To me, he wore much bigger shoes
when we walked among the flowers.
Linda Baie © All Rights







So Far-Tiny Things

April 1 - Two Plates - Thanksgiving
April 2 - In Each Mind's Eye - baby elephant
April 3 - Discovered April First - miniature book
April 4 - A Promise - peach seed 
April 5 -  haiku - one music note
April 6 - My Tiny List - must-do list
April 7 - Tiny Lights - window lights at dusk
April 8 - Cherita - pencil stub
April 9 - Apple Blooms - blooms/apple tree
April 10 - Walk to The Sea - salt crystals
April 11 - Sonnet Show & Tell - tiny key
April 12 - The Letter 'I' 
April 13 - A Tiny Change - thermometer
April 14 - Birthday Candles
April 15 - Defined - dandelion
April 16 - One Minute 
April 17 - The Letter "A"
April 18 - Tiny Treasure - rock
April 19 - haiku - tiny actions
April 20 - rabbit
April 21 - lilac 
April 22 - chickadee

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14 comments:

  1. RamonaApril 23, 2017 at 8:08 AM

    Linda, such a sweet poem of the tiny shoes your husband filled and your remembrance of walking with him among the flowers. Love these lines:
    "Now I keep her treasure safe,
    remember bygone hours."
    Have a lovely day, my friend!

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    1. Linda BApril 23, 2017 at 8:45 AM

      Thank you, Ramona, but these are shoes of my own grandfather, not Arvie's. I hope you have a wonder of a day, too!

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  2. Margaret SimonApril 23, 2017 at 12:22 PM

    What a precious keepsake! I love the speed up in the middle with "no, running to life's dreams. " It is so hard to imagine our grandparents as young adults, much less as toddlers.

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    1. Linda BApril 23, 2017 at 6:22 PM

      Thanks, and I agree, always the grandparents!

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  3. Carol VarsalonaApril 23, 2017 at 5:51 PM

    Linda, I enjoyed this poem and a nostalgic look backwards. I have my tiny red shoes out as a decoration for the baby shower. I honor these words of yours and the memories they bring to your family: To me, he wore much bigger shoes
    when we walked among the flowers.

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    1. Linda BApril 23, 2017 at 6:23 PM

      Oh, love that you have your tiny red shoes, Carol. That baby shower is going to be very special.

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  4. Irene LathamApril 24, 2017 at 6:05 AM

    Aww these are such sweet shoes! And what a wonderful keepsake. Thank you for your poem, Linda. xo

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    1. Linda BApril 24, 2017 at 6:08 AM

      You're welcome, Irene. It is one of my special things from the past.

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  5. Michelle Heidenrich BarnesApril 24, 2017 at 8:21 AM

    How charming, Linda! Your poem, like those precious shoes, enjoys a sweet vintage feel. They deserve to be handed down together. :)

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    1. Linda BApril 24, 2017 at 9:08 AM

      Thanks, Michelle, and what a nice idea to put the poem with the shoes. I will!

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  6. LoraleeApril 24, 2017 at 4:33 PM

    Sweet. Sweet. Sweet.
    Poets amaze me.

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  7. MidwayMOApril 24, 2017 at 5:59 PM

    Oh, Linda - how beautiful! (Glenna). How I wish that I had known him!

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    1. Linda BApril 24, 2017 at 8:43 PM

      Me, too, a special Grandpa! Thanks, wow, Glenna!

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