golden slippers has the child
and a green dress that rustles
when you turn
a trillion petticoats of foam
when you turn and a cerise sash
that you never tie
golden slippers, said her mother
spending a lifetime just to say
to her it won't always be this way
on this side of the willowed stream
oh may you walk on pearl whenever
the breeze stirs the roses you
may feel disconsolate
weep into a rainbow handkerchief
for every petal falling
for every petal falling down
she said to the child
to the child in a green gown
walking lightly farther on
on tiptoe
toward the eternities
mary angela douglas 29 september 2013
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