Earth Footwear

Growing up my parents had a pair of bronze. Yes, it was my baby shoes. I made the shoes for a child, of course, he added.

A Box of years later, my mother, still holding a pair of shoes delivered my baby.
"Wow" I thought, "You must really love me!"

One day, when I was about 16, we visited my grandmother. She came out of his bedroom with a pair of children's shoes bronzed. "Here," he said, "I think it bronzed baby shoes.

'm ConfusedI feel a bit 'sad. How many baby shoes, a baby bear?

The truth must come out!

Discovers my parents tried to tan shoes of children, starting with a small cottage industry. No, the shoes were my child. Waaa!

"Baby Hand Print Poem"

I have your breath
held me close to your head
If you're asleep
Soothing Sounds
Whimsical angel as my dreams.

I would like to tell stories
butterfly gardens
puppies and kittens
legends of mermaids
fantasy fairies
statements and love.

Image
Your little baby hand prints
I will keep in a book
dear and sweet memory
held close to my heart.

I can smell the sweetness of your
The tenderness of your skin.
Sweet miracle and blessing
Getting my life.
Mama loves you
an estimate of your hand print
I love your hands
Will show the way
sings like rainbowsYou lied.

My dear and beloved angel
But at the beginning of your life
I will see you on your way
Their small footprint
determine the path
I'll Catch You "before dropping off.

Oh my little angel
The rays of the moon will gather for you
it gives everything a child
and when you grow old
I encourage
to be fairly steady your feet.

December 10 '06
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