It's Mother's Day, and how can I not remember my mom. She stood barely five feet tall while my dad's six foot frame towered over her. As a result of this height difference and possessing an innate sense of fashion, three inch heels were her friends.
Like a lot of women she loved shoes. Many of them followed her from the family home to assisted living, and even a few found space in a long term care closet. Here's to you, Mom, a woman who lived life to the fullest.
No Ballerina Flats in the Bunch
Boxes of shoes
like guests reluctant to leave
crowded your closet,
hand-tooled pumps and heels
many of them stilettos outdated
to the point of being retro.
As a fashionista you never left home
in anything less.
With time and a leaky heart
your ankles started to balloon. You fumed,
frustrated as those unable to wear
the charmed glass slipper.
How many stores did we shop
trying to find something
both stylish and practical
before you agreed to a slip-on, forever
regarded with disdain? And woe
be to the daughter who suggested donating
any former footwear to the Goodwill.
You were not done with the high life yet.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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