"Shoes," In Honour of National Poetry Day (USA) Post Your Poem!

if i could step inside your shoes,
well-worn and dusty,
stitching rent,
and faded hide,
and laces frayed,
and insoles soft,
and steel caps bent,
to retrace steps,
once trod by you,
over glass and stormy sea,
such was the lover that you be,
to come in search,
to come for me.

and feel the toil of everyday,
the struggle,
as your crag-ged hands,
moved rocks and mountains,
without rest,
to you my hero,
that climbed the crest,
I’ll dance a jig,
I’ll call a toast,
I’ll drink to you,
beloved ghost.

(c) Copyright Niamh Clune 2012

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Niamh is the author of the Skyla McFee series: Orange Petals in a Storm, and Exaltation of a Rose. Also author of The Coming of the Feminine Christ. Recently, Niamh produced an anthology of happy and sad stories from childhood: Every Child is Entitled to Innocence. The proceeds of this book go to Child Helpline International. Dr. Niamh Clune worked in Africa for Oxfam and UNICEF in her career as a psychotherapist. She is the founder of Plum Tree Books, an award-winning social entrepreneur, an environmental campaigner and a singer/songwriter.

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