Poems (Hazlett-Bevis)/A Little Pair of Shoes
A Little Pair of Shoes.
They stand upon my writing desk, This "little pair of shoes," Their russet tops grown so grotesque And soiled, with daily use.
On one the buttons all are there, The other, only one Remains to tell of feet so fair, Encased till day was done.
Two tiny holes, one in each toe, Gaze at me as I write, As if to say, "he did not go, He's with you day and night."
I hear the pattering feet afar, They echo through my heart; The old wound opens, and the scar Stands gaping wide apart.
The hot tears bathe the sore to heal Hut, Oh, it is so deep, That naught will cure but death, I feel, A calm and gentle sleep.
These little shoes, so full of pain, Are full of blessings too, For drifting through the sad refrain Hope sings, with voice so true.
Some day he will come back to me, The way he cannot lose, For looking through my love, he'll see His little pair of shoes.