The little girl wears blue galoshes - shiny
and fun in any weather - but they do not
match the sadness in her heart of tiny
sorrows sewing shadows long ago forgot.
Splashing through puddles, those Tiffany blue
rubbers keep her feet warm in heavy rain,
but cannot dry her eyes nor spare her true
and secret heart life's cold and empty pain.
Where now joyful, childish laughter found in
dancing through the storm? Where the smile behind
those liquid eyes that promise hope, again?
What of childhood lost do rubber boots remind?
Lovely and saddened but to her heart, true,
this child now a woman in galoshes blue.
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