Easter Shoes

Easter Sunday was a special day.

We saved our new spring dresses to wear to church,

Especially for the holiday.

Mom enjoyed dressing my sister and I up in organdy dresses

With patent leather black shoes, all shiny and perfect.

I was a chubby little thing, with chubby little feet.

I remember when she first put the pretty shoes on me,

(Over the little girl tights that kept trying to crawl down my legs)

And buckled the little silver buckles,

They were too tight.

I kicked my chubby little legs and whined.

And, observant mother that she was,

She loosened the strap, re-buckling it more comfortably.

I stood up, happy; tapping my feet,

Then tippy tapping around the room,

Delighting in the sound my pretty shoes made,

And the crisp feel of the slightly stiff organdy

Over the satin lining of my brand new dress.