Barefoot Charmaine.


 

 

Charmaine selected different footwear every morning.
 
Her old worn shoes envied the newer shiny models.
 
“I holidayed in Saint Tropez,” gushed the sling -back golden sandals.
 
“I crossed the finishing line of the New York City Marathon, 2019 it was, boasted the runners. Look, my rosettes attached!”
 
“I saved her from frost-bite many a winter,” bleated the woolly ole snow boots.
 
"Royalty sipped champagne from my pointed toes,” preened the red stilettos.
 
“None of you witnessed the boudoir trysts as I have," hinted the tight-zipped Parisian slippers.
 
Once they called Charmaine that barefoot girl from the marshes, but not anymore.     


Mary Anne McEnery




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