Poetry-Tiny Shoes

Look, Mamma

I am in your shoes

They fit in me

And I look Good.

Now

I can stroll out

Independent and Free.

Her assertions

Filled me with pride

But

The heart Dwindled

With her confrontations.

How to say

Darling

You were in your best phase

With your Tiny Shoes in.

Now

I need to be more protective

Keep you

Away from the Ogling eyes

Which stares with lust

On your glowing youth.

When I too was a child

Was eager to grow up fast

To scale up from the Tiny Shoes

To Mamma’s exquisite stylish shoes.

The day I fitted in those

Father reprimanded

To follow Deciphered chores.

That day I realized

The stylish shoes

Which I found Attractive & Oily

Wasn’t Easy

For a life Drive.

With it came

Lot of rules & regulations

Ending the cozy life.

I was rigid with parents

Bitter feelings erupted

Because

I was innocent & naive

Nebulous about the

Worldly game.

Trial n errors

Of my life

Made me aware

Of the maddening fear

I realized

The pain

Escaping from

The tiny shoes.

Once again

My yesterday

Was standing

In front of me

With the same aspirations.

I was panting

In a Dilemma

Of fear

Short of words

To express my concerns

To My Daughter Dear.

Tiny shoes were far better

Where you were Minor

You could Dream unfettered.

© Ila Varma 05-08-2016