The final fitting to a
new pair of feet.
Not just any pair
of feet-but
those of a soldier.
I will replace his
battered souls that
took him to this place
in his life.
The old shoe was
blown into the air-
not to be found.
I am so excited to see
his face as I slip onto
the sculpted new foot.
Here we go!
Easy does it, I whisper;
Aw, yes-this is just
where I belong.
A perfect fit.
With a little help the
soldier stands up and I
feel myself heavy on the ground.
Pride is what I feel as
this man is now allowed
to take two steps forward.
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