Shoe Shopping

Winter school holidays—my two great-grandsons are in town to stay with their Dad. I take them, as I do every year, to the movies. And then we go shopping—a few clothes and always a pair of brand new shoes.

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early spring

following a plow barefoot

planting potatoes

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Times were hard. A large garden plot near the house supported the family. But in order to stretch the budget just that bit further my father grew seasonal crops. If we were big enough to bend and pick up a potato, we were big enough to put it in a sack. Some years we planted onions on the shortest day of the year. On the longest day, we helped our father and siblings harvest them. Another time the crop my father planted would be peas. He would provide much of these harvests to the grocers in the two local townships. But on occasion, he dealt these vegetables to his neighbours for items of use for his family.

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carried to bed—

new second-hand, toe-worn

shoes and tears

by Benita Kape

Gisborne, New Zealand

This poem is published online at Haibun Today (archives)

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