Kind, cute, and cuddly
Tail twitching to and fro
Tauntly creeping in stealth mode
Energetic and acrobatic
Nighttime pouncer: beware!!
Several years have passed since this silly tale came true;
Of the time I wore my midnight black ballerina shoes
I was shopping one bright day with the sky so vividly blue
As I needed new shoes for the work I do
I needed to dress up and I needed to be casual too
So I went searching for a pair of black dressy but casual shoes
I searched the shelves and found my size
And I found these black, low heeled shoes, oh how wise!
Oh yes, short heels are just right for me
Otherwise I may topple most embarrassingly.
How I so wish I could be taller
but for safety I must remain flat-footed and smaller.
These shoes were open style slippers with thin straps
Which wound across my feet like slender wraps.
With delight I thought, “how so very cute
for they resemble ballerina shoes!”
I tried them on and since they fit oh just fine
I bought them and journeyed back into the sunshine.
I wore my new shoes to work and I wore them to church
Everywhere I went others did look and not just a few
I received many positive comments about my ballerina shoes.
“Oh look those are the cutest shoes
And your feet look so dainty in that midnight hue!”
I received compliments in the office, on the street and in the stairwell.
I heard so many nice comments that my small head began to swell.
I loved hearing such kind words all about me
That I wore my ballerina shoes ever so constantly
Even at church, as I hurried in late
A handsome usher’s eyes stared at my feet with his bright blue gaze!
Whether the compliments came direct or indirect,
I devoured them all, oh yes, I just ate them up!
Weather didn’t matter; sunshine, rain, or storm
I slid into those dainty shoes early every morn.
Then came winter with the north wind and bitter cold
And then arrived the frigid rain and drifts of snow.
I didn’t want to give up wearing my ballerina shoes
So I wondered and wondered what to do.
Oh I know, I’ll wear warm socks as black as my shoes
Oh, yes, now I will still look so very dainty and cute!!
So I kept on wearing my pretty ballerina shoes
With socks the color of dark midnight hue
And I couldn’t believe it, wouldn’t you know?
I received even more compliments, oh way to go!!
I so enjoyed looking so pretty and nice.
Isn’t it lucky that I didn’t fall on the ice?
I wore my favorite shoes through the winter, spring, summer and fall
Enjoying compliments from everyone in the elevator and the hall
For once at the waiting elevator, I stepped daintily inside
“Hey, I like your shoes!” exclaimed a woman holding groceries at her side
Oh, yes, my swelled head remained poised so incredibly high
With my heightened ego reaching the lofty sky!
But alas, what was I going to do?
For something was wrong with my pretty ballerina shoes
as the soles beneath have started to wear
And pebbles I could feel embedded in there.
Oh yes and cracks began to show through
My once pretty and dainty ballerina shoes!
I knew the end was coming all too soon
When I could no longer wear my ballerina shoes.
I vainly searched for another pair, oh how I tried
But none could be found and I so deeply sighed
I bought another pair of black slip on shoes
But they are not as dainty or nearly as cute
And with a soft sigh of dismay,
I reluctantly threw my ballerina shoes away.
And the dear Lord seemed to gently say,
“Good, that is enough of you
parading in your ballerina shoes!”
Finding God's Grace in a Lemon-filled World
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Colleen M. Chesebro ~ Novelist, Prose Metrist, & Word Witch
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