SHOES
I wish that his shoes
Were still in the walkway
They used to trip me
And I’d get frustrated
I wish the laundry
Were still left piled up high
That used to test me
And I’d nag him to clean
I wish he’d stay out
Too long past his curfew
That used to stress me
I’d worry where he was
Now I know where he is
And I wish his shoes
Were still in the walkway
This poem is about:
Me
My family