Shoes' Paper Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Shoes’ paper

He had shoes as did rest
Teacher saw deeper, best
Could read things, clever.

Called him to some corner:
“This is yours…” a paper
And gave him an address:
“Go to this shoes maker…”
She gave him name of shop.

He held firm to a box, toots
In it had, a pair of new shoes.

This is how his world was
No drone, and no bombs.

He grew with love, care
For teachers and others
Shoe maker, shoe giver.