Daily Archives: November 23, 2011

Little Red Shoe Is Blue

Wrote this on a napkin to read it to my son when he was sad because he lost one of his pair of favorite red tennis shoes. A tale about making new friends:

Little Red Shoe Is Blue

There was a little red shoe under a little wooden chair.
The little shoe was always happy until his best friend wasn’t there.
He looked to the left, to the right; he looked up, he looked down
But the little shoe’s friend just couldn’t be found.
Little Red Shoe was sad and said,
“I must find him. Maybe under the bed?”
He started to search with all of his might
but no matter how hard he tried, he could only turn right!
“The bed is left, what can I do?”
Then a small voice said, “Can I look, too?”
The Little Red Shoe saw someone new
it was a another little shoe, but this shoe was blue.
“You were made to turn right, but I turn left,” he said.
With a smile and a nod, they set out for the bed.
Little Red Shoe was amazed he could go
so far, so fast, he didn’t know
but with Little Blue Shoe along for the ride
he could move like he had his old friend at his side.
Together they traveled into the dark under springs
where there were so many disorderly things!
A book, a box, a doll that talked
but no other red shoe, though they walked and walked.
“I had a friend too,” said the Little Blue Shoe.
“Where did he go?” Red asked. “What did he do?”
“He was missing one day,” Blue said with a sigh.
“My friend is lost too,” Red answered, “and I don’t know why.”
The Little Red Shoe puffed out his laces
they had looked and walked in so many places.
At his side was a shoe that just didn’t match
he didn’t even have laces, he closed with a catch
but together they had walked without a thought
though they weren’t finding the shoes they had sought.
The Little Red Shoe stopped walking, his laces all smiles.
“What is it, Red? We have to search for many more miles.”
The Little Red Shoe shook his head and said, “No.”
Red said, “We’ve already gone farther than we needed to go.”
Blue was puzzled. “We have to find a friend, like you said!”
Red laughed. “I did find one. He’s just blue and not red.”
So together they walked back to the wooden chair
and settled down to rest with the other toys there.
The Little Red Shoe wasn’t blue anymore
he had a new Blue friend that he loved even more.

~ ~ ~

© W.R.R. 9-25-11
For Sky, my son. Remember when you lose a friend, that a new friend might be right beside you.


Long ago
the dust settled
over the long road
in the wake of something
a child could never understand
Bumps in the road
as if they would try
to separate body from mind
Next to dusty little shoes
a small suitcase sits
full of meager yesterdays
as the road stretched
into uncertain tomorrows
At the edge of the world
as the world stopped
a place of unknown shadows
but no welcome was made
Run, boy, run
the driver called
hang on that bell
but don’t look back
What child would obey?
Catch in dry, dusty throat
as the car, the only connection
sped so fast, so far away
A ringing bell has to be answered
Silence laps at the mind
drawn by fear like the hidden moon
a tide to unravel
the strongest of men
but the child is stronger
Dull click of the lock
the door opens
and a new kind of hell begins
Years pile on hopes
until dust covers all
in a white sheet
yet somewhere
under the ghostly folds
hope still learned to breathe
Now at the other end of an era
a man stands
stronger still
than what tried to mold him
or tried to break him
a spirit of kindness
smiles from his eyes
a shining beacon
as his bell laughter
rings out
in the land of the kind
and gentle people
He is not what his past
tried to create
he is what he chose to be
for choice cannot die
as long as hope lives

~ ~ ~

© W.R.R. 11/23/2011
For Lorne, 87 years and counting; you give me hope. Thank you.