I Worked In Her Shoes
I am not sure what size shoes I now wear,
it is hard to be small with skin so fair.
Wishing I was reading in a big chair
instead I wipe my eye from a big tear.
My heart smiles when others can takeover,
this wheat is heavy not light like clover.
Back breaking work not fit for any child
this hard work can make an adult go wild
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2023
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