Poem for the Old Lady that Lived in a Shoe

Poetic Trials

She had always wanted to be a mother

For as long as she could remember

So took them all in

Friends, family, children and pets


Until her home was overflowing

With kindness, laughter and mirth

She had been blessed with a big heart

And gentle hands


So they all come to live

In her little house in the shape of a boot

She makes sure they are warm

She makes sure they are loved


In a world of misplaced hearts and broken toys

People tend to hurt more than loved

So she will be their mother

Doctoring wounds and soothing pain


Knowing, we will never understand

Everything she gave freely

but understanding

we knew she always had an open door

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