Saturday, January 17, 2009

Week 2

Little Red Sneakers

When I was young, I'd run through the park,
All leaping and laughing and games on a lark,
And all through the time on my little boy feet,
My little red sneakers pounded beats on the street.

My pride and joy, the sneakers were king,
And among all my friends, they were indeed supreme,
From Nancy's sleek slippers to Dylan's blue boots,
My sneakers won the pots with aces in all suits.

I wore them both out with fun on all days,
In the sun or jumping in puddles to play,
In forts and castles and fields and trees,
With my sneakers I ran and flew like the breeze.

But those days are done and gone and past,
And I look back now and sigh at time lost so fast,
At games gone missing, and stories untold,
And I mourn the loss of my sneakers of old.

But in the end, I know that time has come,
Their days long over of traveling, to and from,
And today a new day dawns- something new to smile at,
For today my son gets his own red sneakers.
His turn.
How's that?


  1. I like it.
    I especially liked the second stanza [paragraph?... I don't know what to call it.] But you definitely get the attachment and pride he feels for his shoes. Was my favorite part. :-)

  2. that was cute :D
    Those sneakers would be even more ace if they lit up!
    Ibtw,I thought we all posted on sundays? xD

  3. lol I had an urge to write last night =)

    And yes Steph, it's a Stanza ^^