I walked in your footsteps,
different as they were from mine.
Our collars were the same,
though yours were more worn, and sometimes
I felt like I was swimming, heel-to-toe.
Experience, and the value of a dollar.
Did we treat our children the same?
You knew hardship and cold nights
in your childhood, so you worked hard
to spare me from adversity. My childhood
may not have been free of trials,
but it was carefree, even when
worn soles were patched with cardboard.
Does that forgive spoiling my children
to save them from hardship? Layers and years
separate your experience from mine,
but when you peel them back
we are not all that different.
This is my response to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #125, with the words step, treat, cold, hole & peel.
Image source: vangoghgallery.com (A Pair of Shoes, Vincent van Gogh)