When mother went, she left her shoes behind.
Soft shoes, tied with a ribbon.
She, who once walked so fast,
Walked away into eternity.
The morning came to take her; and in her haste,
Mother left her shoes, tied with a ribbon.
Copyright: Rani Turton
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A pen portrait of a fragile, beautiful woman. Not a word wasted. Love, Sandra