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(haiku)

First rain, like first tears
On rosy and youthful cheeks
How it makes them grow

Fifty Years in Shoes

When we come into this life,
our feet are tiny, pink and bare,
our sweet smiles and coos,
with everyone we share.

Our first shoes are formless and soft,
a new and welcome sensation,
there are no hard walking soles,
although this is the next expectation.

As we embark on life’s journey,
our shoes mark our progression,
we soon learn to stand alone,
with no parental intervention.

All through our school days,
we wear sensible black shoes,
we can’t wait to break free,
and our school girl look to lose.

Teenage and young adult years,
are measured in bright colours,
carefree days, warm and happy,
we look back on happy summers.

We soon meet someone wonderful,
and unhesitatingly seek to tie the knot,
responsibility soon creeps up on us,
as we learn to live with what we’ve got.

The wonderful gift of Motherhood,
becomes ours to embrace and enjoy,
although to juggle work and children,
all our ingenuity we must deploy.

And now at the middle age of fifty,
our children are turning out okay,
while I’ve wanted to run away often,
I think I’ve finally decided I’ll stay.

This poem was written to celebrate the various stages of our life,
measured by our shoes, up until the age of fifty years old. I wrote
it for a friend’s birthday and it was a great success, together with
the fondant hats and shoes cake I made to go with it.