Small pink shoes but so much more

Converse All Stars

It’s vivid in my mind

Taking you there

To the mall

Me on my own, Dad,

Buying them for you.
You were tiny and today,

It seems like such a responsibility 

For a man so young

With most of his growing

Still in front of him.

Those shoes were symbolic,

Of the life I wanted you to live.

They were a part of who I was,

Given to you.

They were the music that massaged my soul.

They were the band T-shirts that were my style

They were all the lessons I intended to teach you

But I never got to.

Evil is brutal.

And when Evil forces itself brutally

It defeats good where good is committed to only doing to others

What you are willing to accept done to you.

And so I lost you. 

But I still have those shoes.
I can’t throw those away.

For somewhere within me,

That Spring of Hope still lives.