Grandad’s Boots

I’ve just come across a great poetry blog called dVerse. On their I found a challenge to write a poem using ‘shoes’ as your inspiration. So here goes:

Grandad’s Boots

As a young child I watched
as you lovingly polished
those old boots.
A little polish,
plenty of spit
and even more elbow grease.
When you finished we’d stand back
and proudly admire them.
You told me that I should be able
to see my reflection in them,
but I never did.
As I look at them now,
stood in the corner, sparkling,
it’s your face I see shining out.
They wanted to bury you in your boots
but I said no.
I couldn’t bear to let them go,
to lose your face staring back at me
every time I give them a spit and polish.

MikeJackson©2011

 

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8 thoughts on “Grandad’s Boots

  1. I could never shine ’em like that. But the smell of polish brings back strong, wonderful memories. I like your choice of direction re the challenge.

    1. Thanks for your thoughts.
      When my father-in-law died he left me his old army shoe brushes. I still can’t get the shine that he managed.

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