Slippers
These are my slippers
I like them
They are cosy
They are probably made overseas
by some kind person working hard
I bought them at the little mailbox store across the street
owned by the nice friendly older (like me) couple
The vibe is they are conservative and I am liberal
But we like each other
"Live and let live"
Amen and halleluiah
The underside of my soft slippers
is super dirty
Like my house
Oh well who cares
I do, but not much
My soul is clean
Amen and halleluiah
I don't walk outside with these slippers
Thorns would poke my feet
When I go outside I wear my big girl shoes
Don't mess with me, strangers
Grandma "never met a stranger"
She was fearless
She drove all by herself from Cali to NY back in the day
In the day when lands overseas (her homeland) were bombed to
smithereens
Sigh
Sound familiar?
I like my slippers
Come on over anytime!
I might be wearing them
You can even wear your slippers
Stephen Gospage
Tue 25th Feb 2025 07:31
So much is packed into this poem, Hélène. A whole attitude to life, and a good one.