MY TINY SHOE
Two fingers and a thumb ,
Were all I needed ,
To hold the saddest tale,
Of a shoe I bought ,
From a discount sale ;
A shoe for a little girl ,
I bought , in bright yellow ,
And the whitest laces ,
And I even tied the knots ,
On her little feet ;
T'was but a delight to watch her ,
Walk on the gravel , with her hand ,
Hidden in the fingers of her mother's,
So much so that no one had ever ,
Held on to a dear child tighter ,
And with greater care and protection;
But t'was all to end , for the fire came raining ,
It came raining from the heavens ,
But it did not flame until it found prey ,
For then , it flamed like no fire had ever done so;
T'was in moments , that the gravel turned to brimstone ,
and those on the ground but burning in hell's fire ,
and those in the air the devils themselves ;
The fire left not a life on the street ,
As it shan't leave a tree standing in the forest;
A street once filled with flower vendors ,
Tailors , bakers and even musicians ,
Now , a street of ghosts and nothing more ,
A street of nothing and nothing more ;
Digging into the black stones that now lay ,
For a sign of what was once present in my mind ,
A show of what was once true to my heart ;
And this was all that I found
" I did not find my little darling ,
I did not find her mother ,
I did not find her fingers ,
I did not find her hair ,
All I found was this and this alone ,
A brown - black shoe with wet red laces "
DEDICATED TO ALL THE INNOCENT CHILDREN KILLED WITH THE USE OF THE BANNED PHOSPHORUS BOMBS.MAY THOSE LITTLE ANGELS BE GIVEN JUSTICE
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" A LOVE SHE BOUGHT , FROM IT'S OLDEST VENDOR "
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