Lost Slippers
Spirited little feet, to walk barefoot
Struggles of naked feet sounded a hoot
How the soles have long been unprotected
Stepping on prickly brambles, it collected
The sore feet luckily found one slipper
Color green and had a slit figure
Eagerness suggested bringing it home
Unworthy, hoping the other one will come
Now quilted the torn portion
The feet demanded a replica version
A knitted fabric as temporary ply
To flaunt a style, need to defy
A storm came, there was flooding
Down the river swept many things
Possibly detached and swept downstream
Footwear washed and lodged in bamboo beams
The little one took it and tried to fit
For the right foot, if the size permits
The color yellow and comparatively new
A rightful match showed out of the blue
Green and yellow, beauty and happy
Slippers style worn casually
Gone are the days of sore feet, now snug feet
Living in remote areas denied by cozy sheet
September 16, 2015
Categories:
knitted fabric, child, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme