Tiny Shoes

I look at the pair of tiny shoes,

Warm and fluffy and yellow,

And think of the times when it adorned the feet, 

Of a sweet little fellow.

These are my little one's shoes!!

I trace the tiger’s face on them, 

And feel the glow in its eyes,

It reminds me of the scare he had, 

And thereafter, his incessant cries!

I measure his tiny shoes, 

Against the palm of my hand,

And then I look at him and realise, 

How tall he now stands.


It is in these shoes that he learnt to walk,

After falling a hundred times,

In them, he learnt to kick the ball,
And dance to melodious rhymes. 

He’d wear these shoes, play music, 

And do a cute little jig,

But time has run so quickly away, 
And my baby’s grown so big.

No matter how large his shoes become, 

No matter they take him wherever,

I know I’ll love him and hold him close,

In my heart forever.

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