'Slippers' Poem by Linda Winchell

Slippers sitting on my bedroom floor
placed by bedside, awaiting mornings ride.
Feet slip in, and off we go
for the morning news paper outside.

Stepped in a puddle, but they don't complain
always there protecting my toes
from the cold, falling morning rain.

I've never stopped to thank them
for the job they've done for me.
And appologize for the way Fee, Fee kitty treats them
when I'm not wearing them on me.

They never get the same attention,
that my shoes seem to get
My slippers they're only one pair
one slippers pair, they're the best.

For nothing will replace the comfort that they lend
I will always have my slippers on the floor by my bed
while taking my first mornings bend.