New Red Shoes Poem by Theresa Dould Cummings

New Red Shoes

I gave my little girl new shoes, so begins the new shoe dance.
Performed for mothers around the world from here to
La Belle France. Her shoes are red and smell brand-new,
and kept in a special place, with her special dolls and
diamond rings, her socks all trimmed with lace. I love
my little girl who sings and does a fancy dance,
whenever shoes call out her name, they're off to La Belle France!
No longer is she that little girl who loves to sing and dance,
She sings for those who love her still and her fancy new red shoes.
Theresa Dould Cummings 12/12/008