This may sound an every-day, every-woman experience. But this is different.. |
The Little Red Shoes by Thushari Wasana Nanayakkara I cruised at a speed of a racing snail Pausing to admire what shops displayed While I day-dreamed in dummy worn gowns, With all the trimmings that would cost a crown People rushed at a miraculous speed, Rustling skirts and clicking their heels When I stopped at ‘Minty’s – The Shoes’, I held my breath, for my eyes were glued! My lips curved, softening my eyes And with excitement did they shine! Oh, those darling little red shoes!! Red as a ripened fresh cherry, As shiny as Rudolph’s little nose, So elegant with a bow of crochet silver, And a pearly button to top it all! I felt my purse and checked the price Being so sure, I had that much in coins But suddenly I sighed, as it dawned that I couldn’t For a landmine swapped my limbs to wooden Slowly as I turned the wheel of my chair, Breathing the aroma baker spread through the air, I painfully stole one last look At the little red shoes I will never wear * * * * * * A world free of landmines? Say NO to violence. Say NO to War Contest entry :
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