Little White Shoes

i grew with my sister for months upon end squished up and squashed in beside my best friend we held strong together until we were due i knew nothing at all of little white shoes sweet tiny arms stretched to hands, fingers, thumbs a button like nose and a cute teeny tum fully formed legs but my feet were confused what is this i hear about little white shoes a foot that had turned in, faced the wrong way bent out of shape in the womb while i lay will walking be normal, a growing mind mused it seems i will need some little white shoes soon i got painted in bandage and paste a casting from tip toes to the edge of my waist cutting it off at the end of week two they measured my feet for little white shoes my leg it looks straight and where it belongs but sorry they said your bones still aren’t strong as doc went right through all the don’ts and the dos ten tiny toes scrunched in little white shoes mommy and daddy in sorrow and pain they looked at me sadly and could not explain why it was needed, deepened their blues that life would begin wearing little white shoes wait, can you hear me, i won’t fall behind i’ll kick with my legs till those feet are aligned they’ll ache and may bleed, perhaps leave a bruise there’s no holding back in my little white shoes i’ll crawl like the caterpillar who’s not scared of birds and run like a buffalo catching up to the herd crazy i’ll bounce, leap and box kangaroos showing my spirit made with little white shoes but right now i’m sleepy, legs are worn out starting tomorrow i will kick more, no doubt so lose all your worries as i fade off and snooze i’ll be so much stronger for little white shoes