Grandma Shoes



When I was little

All the grandmas that I knew

Were wearing the same kind

Of ugly grandma shoes.



You know the kind I mean ?

Clunky heeled, the 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 the 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, 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 Reeboks



I'm as comfy as can be.



And I look at all these little girls

And there, upon their feet

Are clunky, old Grandma shoes,

And I really think that's neat.




Author: unknown



It's true!!
"What has been will
be again; there is nothing
new under the sun. Is there anything
of which one can say,
"Look! This is something new"?
Ecc. 1:9-10
This page is dedicated to my five
little lady bugs!! Love you!
Sincerely, "Grandma"
aka Linda