Mama's Poems

One Red Shoe

What to do... What to do.

I just can't find my other red shoe.

It's not in the closet,

or under my bed.

There was a blue shoe,

and a black one instead.

I found boots under the dresser,

and my tea set.

My monkeys are under the table,

my socks under my desk,

but I just don't have my

red shoe for this dress.

Red is my favorite,

the color I like best.

I feel like a princess

when I wear this dress.

But blue shoes won't work

when my stockings are red.

Here are my sneakers...

Could I wear them instead?

I should ask Mom

but she will fuss.

She'll tell me to hurry

or I will miss my bus.

I give up and sigh with gloom.

How can you find anything in

such a messy room.

Bite the bullet is what I'll do,

"M...O...M! Have you

seen my shoe?"

She points...I blush,

and rush out for school.

And yes, Mom, I know

When I get home I have

to clean up my room.

This one was written about an incident that happened when I was only five years old. Naturally, at five years old, I wasn't the best at keeping my room clean, so my room was a disaster regularly. The shoe in question was sitting on top of the desktop computer monitor in my room.