Red Converse

The sole tells a story
that words cannot tell
The road that you trod
leaves its mark on your shoe
As you left a mark in your stead

Laces like your lifeline
wind and weave through punctures
Their knots held your feet tight, when they were new
like a waltz in paternal arms
adolescent feet perched on your two

The star-faded logo: symbol of hope
Though barely decipherable, still visible
at your journey’s end
As I retrace your steps, your light shines
like that promising beacon above Bethlehem

Once enclosing your feet
Now enclosed in my palms
The past they arouse, my senses move
For all that you gave
For a chance to relive I’d choose
A walk in your shoes