in search of the perfect pair of shoesby miriam owen
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Every day is different on its own
You don't have to strain to make it
Open up your child-heart thought
This advice is good if you'll take it
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Those little shoes
Made me smile
In the childhood of my children
A harbor in the midst of mild
oppression
They would stay beneath
the spare chair of the kitchen
Or move often in the middle of the floor
So you could trip on them
as you came through the door
* * *
Honest to God
I think I see more of Jesus
in riding my big daughter's bike
with my little daughter
than I do
going to church
on Sunday morning
* * *
we came to earth to be bowled
over
not to insure that our opinions
are right
we came into the world to
unfold together
not to remain as a seed
so tight
© Miriam Owen