Marion Alice Poirier lives in Boston, MA and has been writing and reading haiku for more than ten years. She also writes short poetry and is working on a book of the same with haiku interspersed.
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Marion–
I really like that I can look at this from the side of the child the shoes leave behind (I have 2 adult daughters, 1 of whom is still on a dance team, the other who does not dance) as well as the future recipient of the ballet slippers. Passing along the dream through a pair of shoes. Cool.
Upon rereading, I don't find this such a sad poem after all, Marion, as the unused ballet shoes could benefit another child whose parents might not have been able to afford a new pair of shoes for their child. Perhaps I had Hemmingway's unworn baby shoes in mind when I first read it. Or maybe it was simply a 'glass half empty' sort of day!
Marion–
I really like that I can look at this from the side of the child the shoes leave behind (I have 2 adult daughters, 1 of whom is still on a dance team, the other who does not dance) as well as the future recipient of the ballet slippers. Passing along the dream through a pair of shoes. Cool.
Alan
Heartbreaking, Marion.
Upon rereading, I don't find this such a sad poem after all, Marion, as the unused ballet shoes could benefit another child whose parents might not have been able to afford a new pair of shoes for their child. Perhaps I had Hemmingway's unworn baby shoes in mind when I first read it. Or maybe it was simply a 'glass half empty' sort of day!
marion