New shoes at primary school
The teacher taught
But there was really no point
Because I had new shoes
Didn’t hear a word
Just wanted to admire
Those shiny new things
On the end of my feet
Every now and then
I’d raise my foot
And admire them anew
What colour, what shape!
I remember the glow
Of new shoes at school
They made the boredom go away
Thank goodness for growing feet
Then, in secondary school things went wrong
My feet began growing at an alarming rate
I started lying about their size
which seemed to be chasing my age
Instead of gloating at new shoes
I tried to hide them under my desk
Like I hid my spots with concealer
And my breasts with my school bag
When I was pregnant the doctor, unthinking
said thank goodness you’ve big feet
Your pelvic capacity is linked to your shoe size
Medical training should include a compulsory component on tact
For years either bumps or toddlers
Made me not notice my feet
They got me around
And wasn’t that enough
Then last week, I bought new shoes
I’ve been looking at them all day
Ugly nun’s shoes, that eat up the miles
what is it about comfort's growing appeal?
It’s been said that of all the things in your life
Make your shoes and your bed
the best you can buy
Because when not in one
Sure you are bound to be in the other
