Clouds On My Shoes
Clouds on my shoes, a song in my throat, but stuck on a big giant lump.
Too big to ignore.
I concentrate on my cloud shoes.
Decorated beautifully in Taiwan by people I will never meet.
With crayons and the words ‘school counselor’ on them.
My light blue shoes with sixteen other colors distract me from my sadness.
Someone says ‘hi’. I look up. Do not know her. She has a great smile, but she walks fast.
Not knowing I need to talk to someone today.
I refocus all of my attention on my cloud shoes, trying to remember
How carefree and happy I was yesterday before my phone rang.
Death changes your life in an instant,
And it is never the same.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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