"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 tennies 
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 think that's really neat. 
 
©August, 1999 -  Betty Cessna
 
 
       
 
 
 
                 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
~Designed & Compiled by Ev~