Her Shoes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Icicles melt within my eyes,
due to the heat of pain.

Submitted: December 08, 2007

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Her Shoes

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Icicles melt within my eyes,
due to the heat of pain.
I know why she died,
but the Doctor's too caused her harm.
It wasn't her time to go,
I know this to be true.
And she didn't want to go anywhere,
but home with her shoes.
A Christmas song was produced,
this very same year.
Which brings to mind,
her last words said to me.
Icicles melt within my eyes,
each time I hear this Christmas song.

 

 

 

Author notes

http://utqtbry.deviantart.com/art/The-Red-Shoes-69827805

This is the song that I am talking about don't know the author though

The Christmas Shoes


It was almost Christmas time, there I stood in another line
Tryin' to buy that last gift or two, not really in the Christmas mood
Standing right in front of me was a little boy waiting anxiously
Pacing 'round like little boys do
And in his hands he held a pair of shoes

His clothes were worn and old, he was dirty from head to toe
And when it came his time to pay
I couldn't believe what I heard him say

Chorus:
Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please
It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time
You see she's been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight

He counted pennies for what seemed like years
Then the cashier said, "Son, there's not enough here"
He searched his pockets frantically
Then he turned and he looked at me
He said Mama made Christmas good at our house
Though most years she just did without
Tell me Sir, what am I going to do,
Somehow I've got to buy her these Christmas shoes

So I laid the money down, I just had to help him out
I'll never forget the look on his face when he said
Mama's gonna look so great

Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please
It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time
You see she's been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight

Bridge:
I knew I'd caught a glimpse of heaven's love
As he thanked me and ran out
I knew that God had sent that little boy
To remind me just what Christmas is all about

Repeat Chorus


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