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Grandma's Shoes

When I was very little
All the Grandmas that I knew
Were wearing the same kind
Of ugly Grandma shoes.
You know the kind I mean.
Clunky heeled, black, lace-up kind,
They just looked so very awful
That it weighed upon my mind.

* * *

For I knew, when I grew old.
I'd have to wear those shoes,
I'd think of that, from time to time
It seemed like such bad news.

* * *

I never was a rebel,
I wore saddle shoes to school,
And next came ballerinas
Then the sandals, pretty cool.

* * *

And then came spikes with pointed toes
Then platforms, very tall,
As each new fashion came along
I wore them, one and all.

* * *

But always, in the distance,
Looming in my future, there,
Was that awful pair of ugly shoes,
The kind that grandmas wear,

* * *

I eventually got married
And then I became a Mom
Our kids grew up and left,
And when their children came along,

* * *

I knew I was a Grandma
And the time was drawing near
When those clunky, black, old lace up shoes
Was what I'd have to wear!
How would I do my gardening
Or take my morning hike?
I couldn't even think about
How I would ride my bike!

* * *

But fashions kept evolving
And one day I realized
That the shape of things to come
Was changing, right before my eyes.

* * *

And now, when I go shopping
What I see, fills me with glee
For in my jeans and Reeboks
I'm as comfy as can be.

* * *

And I look at all these little girls
And there, upon their feet
Are clunky, black, old Grandma shoes,
And I really think that's neat.
(author unknown)