Grandma Shoes

When I was very little,

All the Grandmas that I knew

All walked around this world,

In ugly grandma shoes.

You know the ones I speak of,

Those black clunky heeled kind,

They just looked so very awful

That it weighed upon my mind,

For I knew, when I grew old,

I'd have to wear those shoes,

I'd think of that, from time to time

It seemed like such bad news.

I never was a rebel,

I wore saddle shoes to school.

And next came ballerinas

Then the sandals, pretty cool.

And then came spikes with pointed toes,

Then platforms, very tall,

As each new fashion came

I wore them, one and all.

But always, in the distance,

Looming in my future, there,

Was that awful pair of ugly shoes,

The kind that Grandmas wear.

I eventually got married

And then I became a Mom.

Our kids grew up and left,

And then their children came along.

I knew I was a Grandma

And the time was drawing near,

When those clunky, black, old lace up shoes

Was what I'd have to wear.

How would I do my gardening?

Or take my morning hike?

I couldn't even think about

How I would ride my bike!

But fashions kept evolving,

And one day I realized

That the shape of things to come

Was changing, right before my eyes.

And now, when I go shopping

What I see, fills me with glee.

For, in my jeans and Reeboks

I'm as comfy as can be.

And I look at all these teenage girls

And there, upon their feet

Are clunky, black, old Grandma shoes,

And they really think they're neat.

~~ Author Unknown~~