THE SHOES
Let the room mourn;
The heavy cloud of unheard prayer and tears,
Pain and hope,
Cascaded in this somber afternoon.
I know the pain locked him,
His mouth no longer sang the melody,
The gasping breath floated every night,
Came into my ears, turned into my tears.
No abyss of despair can silence his dream,
The shoes he prepared for attending his daughter’s graduation ceremony,
The clattering in the silence compels him to stay awake,
To let the smile carve its mark upon his face,
And his strength to herald her triumph to the world.
On that May 8th, he finished the race.
He kept the faith.
He plays his role very well,
We dressed him up,
And the shoes embrace his cold feet perfectly.
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