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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554474" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Grandma's Wedding Shoes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554474" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I’m getting ready<br>For the garage sale tomorrow.<br>My grandma passed away<br>A few weeks ago.<br>She was a collector of things<br>You would never know.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554474" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am thinking to sell.<br>Her pair of wedding shoes<br>She wore one morning<br>Sixty years ago <br>Walking slowly<br>In a long tailed wedding gown, <br>Holding a bouquet of flowers in her one hand<br>While her father held her other hand, <br>Soon to be given away to her beaux, <br>Walking beside her, proud, smiling, <br>In a wedding tuxedo.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554474" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Could she have wildly imagined then, <br>Thirty years later, <br>Her unwed daughter<br>Would give me up for adoption<br>Shortly after I was born? <br>My mom, a poor mother, <br>Could not face rasing me up.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554474" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I look at the pair of shoes, <br>They still look new to me.<br>She saved them as a treasure<br>In the original box, tucked<br>Under her wedding grown, <br>In her old leather suitcase <br>Made in some small, <br>Now a non-existent Texas’ town.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554474" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The shoes are high heeled, <br>Light brown, each with two leather straps<br>To go around ankles, <br>Some sort of a hybrid <br>Of dress shoes and sandals, <br>High fashion luxury of grandma’s days.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554474" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I look at them again<br>And I change my mind.<br>I will not sell them, <br>They are worth a fortune to me.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554474" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sixty years ago, <br>After, “ I do, I do”, <br>The choir boy rang <br>the wedding bells<br>On top of the steeple.<br>That moment, my grandma<br>Was wearing these shoes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ravi+Kopra">Ravi Kopra</a></strong></div>

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