New Shoes
As a child I can remember,
How kids would point and whisper.
I ran every time to hide,
So they wouldn't see my cry.
My teacher found me,
in the bathroom on the floor.
A tear falling down her cheek,
As she stood at the door.
She knelt down beside me, asked if I was ok?
I answered back, "this happens every
day.
My shoes on my feet,
Have holes obviously.
We have no money for clothes.
I'm going thru things I don't understand.
I'm sure you already know."
My Daddy works everyday of the week,
To pay for Mama's medicine.
He told me just the other day,
Soon shes leaving to go to heaven.
My teacher then wrapped her arms
around me and asked," is there anything I can do?"
In that same sentence,
she said wait a minute,
Can we meet up after school?"
Yes ma'am I answered, what was going on?
Am I in trouble? What did she need?
When I got home from school that day,
There she stood, by the kitchen sink.
She sat down, next to me,
grinning from ear to ear.
I hope you like my gift to you.
You deserve these my dear.
As I opened the box,
I could see,
the strings of my new shoes,
My teacher bought just for me.
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