Little shoes

In the cupboard she did stare
mess mess every where
she runs her fingers thought her hair
right, this lots going to a boot fair.

She starts to dig through all the junk
finds a photo of Ben, he was a hunk then
an old tennis racquet. un-put up brackets
un-planted seeds and old dog leads.

Deeper into the cupboard, pulling out the years
she laughs, what more memories
are to come, she finds an old record
oh! this song was number one.

Ha ha an old tinsel Christmas tree
a dusty cindy doll
and a Rupert book
she opens it, to take
a look

But some things you don't
need to find
lock them away
and pretend your are blind.

Oh God my little one
lost and bleeding
and home you never come.

Looking into this little box of horror
Oh god I never forgot you
my baby your little shoes.