Grandma's Wedding Shoes Poem by Ravi Kopra

Grandma's Wedding Shoes

Rating: 5.0

I'm getting ready
For the garage sale tomorrow
My grandma passed away
A few weeks ago
She was a collector of things
You would never know.

I am thinking to sell
Her pair of wedding shoes
She wore one morning
Sixty years ago
Walking slowly
In a long tailed wedding gown,
Holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand
While her father held the other
Soon to be given away to her beau,
Walking beside her proud and smiling
In a wedding tuxedo.

Could she have wildly imagined then
That Thirty years later
Her unwed daughter
Would give me up for adoption
Shortly after I was born?
My mom, a poor mother
Could not face raising me up.

I look at the pair of shoes
They still look like new to me.
She saved them as a treasure
In the original shoe box, tucked
Under her wedding grown
In her old leather suitcase
Made in some small
Now a non-existent Texas' town.

The shoes are high heeled
Light brown, each with two leather straps
To go around the ankles
Some sort of a hybrid
Of dress shoes and sandals,
High fashion luxury of grandma's days.

I look at them again
And change my mind
I will not sell them
They are worth a fortune to me.

Sixty years ago
After I do, I do
The choir boy rang
the wedding bells
On the top of the steeple.
That moment, my grandma
Was wearing these shoes.

Monday, August 7, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: wedding,grandmother
Anjana Aravind 07 August 2006

Really good narration Anjana

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Savita Tyagi 05 February 2018

Very emotional and well crafted story. Something are really priceless and worth keeping as long as one can hold on to them. Thanks for sharing a lovely poem.

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Galina Italyanskaya 04 December 2017

Such a moving story, nicely written! Thank you for sharing!

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Sochukwu Ivye 27 October 2017

Beautiful. Profound. A pleasure to read.

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A. B. 07 August 2006

Ravi, this is a beautiful poem. Takes you 60 years back. I loved the story. Please don't send the shoes. Peace.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 07 June 2021

A magnificent poem! Thanks for sharing...5 stars

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Denis Mair 18 August 2020

I surmise you were brought up by your grandmother. No wonder her shoes carry a special significance for you.. Now I'm curious about why a Hindi-speaking lady owned a suitcase from a now-nonexistent town in Texas.

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Sandra Feldman 05 July 2020

A very touching poem. Shows a great heart. Thank you

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Terry Dawson 23 January 2020

Strange are the tides of fortune and nostalgia! Thank you for this haunting poem

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Dr Dillip K Swain 13 February 2019

A lovely poem dear poet! I had repeated reading of your last stanza! This beautiful poem stands endearing for lucid expression...10

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