Grandma's Ugly Shoes

Grandma's Ugly Shoes

Author Unknown

When I was very little

All the Grandmas that I knew

Wore the very same old kind

Of ugly grandma shoes.

You know the kind I mean.

Clunky-heeled, black, lace-up kind.

They just looked so awful

That it weighed upon my mind,

For I knew when I grew old,

I'd have to wear those shoes.

I'd think of that from time to time

It seemed like such bad news.

I never was a rebel,

I wore saddle shoes to school,

And next came ballerinas

Then the sandals, pretty cool.

And then came spikes with pointed toes

Then platforms, very tall,

As each new fashion came along

I wore them... one and all.

But always in the distance,

Looming in my future, there....

Was that awful pair of ugly shoes,

The kind that Grandmas wear.

I eventually got married

And then became a Mom

Our kids grew up and left us,

And when their children came along,

I knew I was a Grandma

And the time was drawing near

When clunky, black, old lace-up shoes

Was what I'd have to wear.

How would I do my gardening

or take my morning hike?

I couldn't even think about

How I would ride my bike!

But fashions kept evolving

And one day I realized

That the shape of things to come

was changing, right before my eyes.

And now, when I go shopping

What I see fills me with glee

For in my jeans and Sketchers

I'm as comfy as can be.

And I look at all these little girls

And there upon their feet

Are clunky, black, old Grandma shoes,

And I really think that's neat.

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~ Lisa ~