Excerpt from THE BETWEEN and Other Stories
Shoes
Chapter two: Memories
I was too small to remember my father and his love for me, nor
the day he died
but I remember you
crying holding my hand while we stood before his casket. I saw my face in your black faux leather shoes with the three inched heels.
You worked nights at the hospital, often too tried to care for
me.
I remember liking to see you in your white dress, stocking
and nursing shoes.
The ones you let me polished for you at five years old which often came back everyday,with bloodstains.
Copyright © 2012 Glynis Rankin
