My fourteen years old daughter
loves her high heels
may be
more than her mother
Keeping my hands in hers
she told me once
‘'Mom
Please make yourself comfortable
with high heels
Every time you will wear heels
yours knees may buckle
your steps may shiver
But once you will make into the high heeled world
your self confidence
will never crumble'
I wish
I could remove her heels
tie her shoe less tight
and make her to walk
on that road
filled with stones of inhibitions
and slippery sands of prohibitions
because i know
that road
and only that road
leads to
top of the world
where high heels
will be no more required
But what if
she asks
where are my shoes?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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