Far away memories of
plain, black, serviceable
rubber boots wading through
grassy frigid water filled ditches
cold deep mud puddles
slushy spring thaw snow
Strange.....
slowly slipping my feet in and out
of new beautiful boots
trips a memory switch,
cracks open old fear ~
“Thick grey mud pressed
in on my black rubber boots
protecting tiny socked feet
from cold wet mud.”
I’m a big girl now ~
kindly and with a smile
walking in my muddy garden
I am safe in my new pair of boots.
“What lies behind us and what lies before us
are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.”
~ Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
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