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Poem: Shoe Shopping with My Blind Father 


You preferred your children wear "good" shoes

Sensibly rounded toes, laces for support

Well fitting shoes were a symbol of affluence.

After our feet were measured and a pair chosen

Your hands had the final say.


Mum bought me the shoes I really wanted

In secret, with money squirreled away from her food allowance

Shoes with pointy toes, a little heel, perhaps a zipper.


I'd offer my feet to your inquisitive hands

Then run upstairs to change

I'd tiptoe out but am sure you always knew.

  • A poem by Adah Frank.

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