A Pair of Shoes"
I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
Uncomfortable shoes.
I hate my shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs.
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in this world.
Some woman are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.
Some have learned how to walk in them so they don't hurt quite as much.
Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt.
No woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.
As Abigail's 13th birthday approaches (end of Oct.), I'm in awe that God has carried me to the place where I only occassionally feel the pinch of those shoes.
My heart breaks for those moms (and dads) who are just breaking theirs in. How well I remember those days.
Oh, Amanda. Sob-that poem made me cry. I'm so sorry and I'm sending you hugs. What a precious picture of your little Abigail. Love, Holly
ReplyDeleteLove you, Amanda, and, of course, I think about you as Abigail's birthday approaches.
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Ronette
ReplyDeleteMy pair are nearly 16 years old.
But with age, like any pair, the material softens and forms to fit. However, they do continue to rub blisters. Just a bad, bad pair of shoes. :o(
Our birthday season is fast approaching, once again.
Thinking of you~