Dancing on his shoes

Whose shoe’s did I dance on when I was little?

I hesitate to ask

I felt so safe and warm before I had all these adult tasks

My arms were so little

My breath so small

My hearing was so soft, and strange

I hardly felt like I heard at all

I danced upon his shoes, such big shoes they were!

But when I look up in my memory so far back

I can’t see his face

But oh I remember that feeling of joy of that safe warm place

My eyes were like glitter and moonlight

They had not seen all the suffering yet

And they gazed upon this man with love

And he never once hurt me I bet

I know this for certain in my heart

Even though his face I cannot impart

His shoes were so solid, hefty and long

And danced we did to any old song

And he joyfully carried my little body along

He smelled old and dusty,

Like the pages of a favorite book

And that time for granted I never took

When I am scared and lonely, I remember how it felt

Those lighthearted times

To step upon someone’s shoes and feel weightless

And dance without reprucussions of others crimes