Barefoot
I do not choose,
To step foot in your shoes,
But yet, walk barefoot,
In your place…
While not in your absence,
shall I tread?
Finding mine own footholds,
my own bed to lie in,
Blanketed by memories of you…
And I cannot take credit-
for glories in your name,
yet achieve my bit of fame.
I wonder if you look down,
upon me; approving or nay…
Hence, when my time-
has passed through these travels,
looking back will I have unraveled?
The stumbles, tangles, and trips,
Where my children now walk…
Barefoot or slippered,
be they burdened or unhindered.
In their travels they’ll negotiate-
the path that you and I-
now harbor in memory only…
Copyright © Evets Pordlaw | Year Posted 2009
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