ICNDonna
03-28-2004, 07:33 AM
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 along,
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~
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 along,
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~