Old Shoes

These are my daughters Cons, much loved, very worn and abandoned now.  She wore them to play in, to work in, to walk in, to explore in, to grow in.  Then she went away.  She caught a plane with her twin sister and she flew to the far corners of the earth.  She left them where she last took them off.  She never thought about them while she was gone, she abandoned them.  But I couldn't throw them away, not until she came home again.  Maybe she would wear them one more time. She would have to evict the spiders and the ants, relace the laces and give them a good scrub.  Did I really think she would wear them, or was I hanging on to the memories of the times she had before.  I couldn't abandon them.