Your old pair were older than me
I decided it was time
For new ones that would shine
I figured you’d agree
You wore them for a year
Time after you has been a bit of a blur
I remember grabbing them after your service
Leaving in a hurry, being nervous
But three years later, I didn’t know where they were
For months, I was saddened and confused
I lost them, already–your last pair of shoes
The thing was, I needed them!
I couldn’t let you them go
A reminder of you home
My keepsake, my ruby slippers, my hidden gems!
My search came to an end.
They were gone; that was the truth
They were gone, just like you
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- Comment from author about the poem: my grandpa was played the role of both my parents. when he passed, i didn\\\'t process his death until years later. i harbored my grief for a long time. losing the boots did make me incredibly sad but that was the key in me accepting his death and letting myself move on
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Comments1
That is great emotions. . Sometimes small random items may mean a lot to us ..
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