SHOES
Her shoes
Sit quietly on the floor
Next to the door
Ready to go
The stories they could tell
of the journey they have seen
Someday they will remain perfectly still
For now ……
In the morning bouncing out the door
by evening weariness sets in
So many lives they have touched
along the way
sharing love and compassion
Sometimes bright and new
others worn and tattered
Bravely they go
Her shoes
Her journey
Her story
A gift to the this world
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Lovely poem! Yes, the stories our shoes could tell!!