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Dedicated
to Sheri...
the
kind of daughter all parents hope to have.
LITTLE SHOES
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In the top drawer of her dresser
is one pair of little shoes
And a pair of little booties
from which her Mom can chose.
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Although she cannot walk just yet,
out with her mom she goes,
For strolls in different shades of pink
from her head down to her toes.
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But soon the little newborn
has to a toddler grown;
In patent-leather party shoes
she's walking all alone.
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But someone's watching closely
as she takes each shaky stride,
And though she may not notice it,
her mom is at her side.
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The nursery's now a bedroom,
the baby crib is gone,
The little girl is off to school
with brand-new sneakers on.
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She skips onto the schoolyard
with a step as light as air,
While mom, though smiling bravely,
feels at loose ends standing there.
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The little girl grows older
and with each passing year,
Her first high-heels and cowgirl boots
eventually appear.
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And then, as if by magic,
the little girl is grown,
She wears the latest fashions
bought with earnings of her own.
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Then one fine day she's walking
with her father at her side,
In shoes of fine white satin,
for now she is a bride.
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I wonder where the time has gone,
and wistfully recall
My little girl, in little shoes,
so innocent and small.
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And now I am a Nana...
and Daughter, you're a Mom,
Your precious darling daughters
are the sunshine of your home.
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The top drawer of their dressers
are filled with little shoes,
And many pairs of booties
from which you now can choose.
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Cherish each passing moment
the laughter and the tears,
For days go by so swiftly,
and gather soon to years.
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The little shoes they will outgrow
before you realize,
They’ll blossom like a summer's rose,
before your very eyes.
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Be always there to walk with them
when up against the odds,
Make sure they know that they can count
on mother and on God.
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And though they'll spread their wings and fly,
as all our daughters do,
One day they'll wear a mother's shoes,
and they'll come home to you.
~ Catherine Chandler ~
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