“The Little Red Pointe Shoes” by Mickayla Taulton

They were merely a gift,
The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
Everyone made fun of them,
The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
Yet, she wore them,
The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
She danced day and night,
In The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
As the months passed they began to fade,
The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
They hung on the back of the door waiting,
The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
Then one day they were removed,
The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
They were put into a cardboard box and sealed tightly,
The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
They were packed for quite some time,
The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
Finally, the beams of sunlight warmed them,
The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
They were taken out and put on display,
The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
Everyone who passed stopped and pointed in laughter,
At The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
For some time, they were never worn nor touched,
The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
Until one day they caught the attention of a mother and daughter,
The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
The mother picked them up and held them,
The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
She showed them to her daughter, but the daughter refused to take them,
The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
The mother told her daughter that she once had a pair of them,
The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
As the mother looked closely at the shoes she remembered something,
About The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
She pulled back the padding inside of them,
The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
Engraved inside was the name Lacey, A smile formed on her face as she held
The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
She knew that they were hers, and they had come back to her,
The Little Red Pointe Shoes.
She then looked at her own mother, and then at her daughter,
They smiled and nodded because they knew that they were hers.
The Little Red Pointe Shoes.