SHOES
Shoes, just plain old shoes
What’s in a pair of shoes you ask
Why these are the last things I bought
The last thing Al asked for
The last thing we argued about
As his toes would no longer
Stretch out to wear them
Of all my possessions I own
Nothing can make me cry
Easier than these shoes
These wonderful
Shoes full of memories
Al able to talk to me
Al able to make decisions
Al able to recognize
On his last few months
When he could no longer speak
No longer eat
No longer decide
When all he could do is
Feel pain through and through
These shoes sat at the foot
Of his bed with hope carried
That maybe, just maybe
A miracle would appear
And Al once again
Could wear them again
Are these for sale?
Hell no, they are priceless
Take what you want
Steal from me blind
Accuse me of having
Something you want
But don’t take his shoes
Don’t take my spirit
Don’t take my memories.
I love you Al, dear brother
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
07.26.2014
Who I am 
It is amazing the significance a pair of shoes can have. Your brother has gone to a better place and we will all follow in his footsteps someday. Food for thought. Thanks for sharing. Don’t give up those shoes. Perhaps in some way those shoes were for you my friend.
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They have so much meaning to them. I will hang on to them for a long long time. Hugs Strawberry
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Hugs
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Thank you Yoshiko
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Welcome, Terry 🙂
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A suggestion to have the shoes out instead of put away or stored & not seen:
http://sharingmemyselfandi.wordpress.com/2013/08/03/my-uncles-shoes/
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What a clever idea. Those were really cute!!!! Thanks for sharing this with me RoSy
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You’re welcome 🙂
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