Bronzed Shoes

Dipped in bronze to preserve
what once filled those shoes.

Placed in the hallway beside,
a smiling baby in overalls.

Silence creaks through
the ranch style house.

Once a smiling baby now,
a humble grandfather of 5.

You hand me those bronze shoes,
telling me, “to follow my own steps.

These shoes couldn’t lead me
to where I am today.

We all have to start somewhere,
so why not start today?”



6 thoughts on “Bronzed Shoes

    • I write both ways. I definitely like stories based on facts or some form of personal experience because then I can write from the heart. I try my best to develop stories from complete randomness but it always ends up personal

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