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Perfect Christmas Shoes
 
A sweet, child-like love for his mother,
determined to do all he could
to ensure her meeting with Jesus that night,
would be special, the way that it should.

He found perfect shoes, the exact size,
at the till a few coins short was he.
He told me of his sweet mother
and I made up the difference, gladly.

So pleased with his find and the purchase,
he thanked me and ran for the door,
grasping tightly the over-sized shoe box,
left me wishing that I could do more.

I picture his sweet, ailing mother,
she must not have been very old.
From the look of her angelic off-spring,
I imagined her hair of spun gold.

I know not if there were more children
but I do know his dad was around.
His father had warned him of Mum's nearing death
in that home where pure love must abound.

I made my way down to the chapel
where I knelt at the altar to pray,
:Dear God, let him know there will be no more pain
when his Mummy meets Jesus today'.

The candle-light flickered an instant and,
knowing that God heard my prayer,
I whispered then, 'Thank you, dear Father,'
and a soft angel choir filled the air.



For my darling Zoie
who issued the challenge.

By cherryk

© 2019 cherryk (All rights reserved)

 

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