Shoes

The shoes on the rack are lined up perfectly
Multiple colors and styles
Who will look at my shoes when I am gone?
Will they wonder when I would wear each pair
And what season it would be?
The boots for the fall
Sandals for the summer perhaps.
I ask myself how did I fill my shoes?
Did I fill them with pride, indulgence or grace?
Did I allow love and compassion
To walk me through my days?
The tender care and effort we
Put into choosing our shoes
Or even if we don’t care
What shoes we choose,
Their significance is no less.
For these shoes cover our feet
And lead us on our chosen path
Always leaving a mark
No matter how big or small
Leaving an imprint of our hearts and souls
To the world and those around us.

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It’s Time

It’s nearly the time to release you
And my heart hurts.
I wish for you joy, excitement
And the pride that comes from
Knowing you are doing the best you can.
I remember you as a child
Your mischievous smile and constant
Teasing of your sisters.
You’re learning to harness that energy now
Into your future self, filled with choices to make.
Just when I feel the pull of loss,
I’m acutely aware that you must go.
In order for us to stay bonded
You must go.
In order for us to be healthy, you must go.
It’s your time now and
Any restlessness that you hold
will be subdued, as you leave.
I must let go for you to step
Into the light.
My light shifts too,
And leaves behind a shadow
Of what was while I hold
A candle for what will be.

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