Red Shoes

Mama says wear red shoes
Gives a woman power

But I wobble and stumble
six inches makes me tower

So I trade in my stilettos
for a crimson pair of docs
and much to Ma’s dismay
some days I don crocs

It’s not the shoes that determine might
I tell her, but the soul in the fight.

(Photo: Mom and red accessories – shoes no doubt match. She is posing with her baby brother.)

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

38 thoughts on “Red Shoes”

  4. I do think colors make a difference, but comfort and safety – that’s what is important in footwear. 🙂 (I am wearing a red t-shirt as I write that a friend gave me that says, “Find joy in the little things” and it is very comfortable – and I feel my friend’s love wrapped around me. I think I will write her. Thanks for the inspiration, VJ.

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  11. The person who does not need things (red shoes, or other) to feel in their power center is the strong one. The poem made me smile. I remember my mom trading in her dark high heels to go to work for her white ones on a certain date. It was THE RULE. Was it May 24th weekend? Something like that. Thank goodness those days are over. 😉

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  13. Red shoes…power and strength. I love your mom’s philosophy…and I can picture a pair of shiny red pumps on her feet! But ‘docs and crocs’ would be more my speed, too. Thanks for this, VJ – sharing this beautiful glimpse of your mom. xo! 😘

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    1. Me neither, Roberta. I have a sister-in-law who only wears stilettos, until she comes to my house and then she wears my flats, lol.

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