Mom went and petrified my baby shoes
In bronze and bragged about her growing boy –
Her firstborn son – all dressed up in Grandma’s blue
And backyard brown, out playing with his toys.
I never noticed it before, but when
She sent them off, she gently tucked away
A treasury of songs and smiles within
Each little shoe – more than enough to say
‘I love you.’
5/21/1984
Field of Vision 