When I was
very little
All the Grandmas that I knew
Were wearing the
same kind
Of ugly grandma shoes..
You know the kind I mean..
Clunky heeled, black,
lace-up kind,
They just looked so very awful
That it weighed
upon my mind,
For I knew, when I grew old,
I'd have to wear those
shoes,
I'd think of that, from time to time
It seemed like
such bad news.
I never was a rebel,
I wore saddle shoes to
school,
And next came ballerinas
Then the sandals, pretty
cool.
And then came spikes with pointed toes
Then
platforms, very tall,
As each new fashion came along
I wore
them, one and all.
But always, in the distance,
Looming in my future,
there,
Was that awful pair of ugly shoes,
The kind that
Grandmas wear.
I eventually got married
And then I became a Mom
Our kids grew up and left,
And when their children came
along,
I knew I was a Grandma
And the time was drawing
near
When those clunky, black, old lace up shoes
Was what
I'd have to wear.
How would I do my gardening
Or take my morning
hike?
I couldn't even think about
How I would ride my bike!
But fashions kept evolving
And one day I realized
That the shape of things to come
Was changing, right before
my eyes.
And now, when I go shopping
What I see, fills me
with glee
For, in my jeans and Reeboks
I'm as comfy as can
be.
And I look at all these little girls
And there,
upon their feet
Are clunky, black, old Grandma shoes,
And I
really think that's neat.
~ Author Known To God ~
