Like Dorothy

When they cleared my grandmother from her apartment,

I took the shoes. They fit like Cinderella. Four boxes

of Ellen Tracey and Bass, fringed boots, espadrilles,

Louboutin heels – not the shoes of a homebound

grandmother, but when you die, you leave all your previous souls behind.

Clad in her sneakers, loafers, even cowboy boots,

I feel like Dorothy, walking in the shoes of a dead woman

who will never come home.

© 2021 Jewish Young Professional

Photo by Tobi from Pexels

Written several days late for Thursday Inspo 95 hosted by Paula Light

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