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looking at your feet
and noticing how small they were
how the years had flattened your toes and heels
and yet they arched gracefully into your toes
You mentioned you started wearing flats
after you married him, so you wouldn't look taller. Not that he would objected.
A few years after he passed away
I remember you eyeing heeled red
slippers at stores contemplatively
and you bought a pair that was priced
just right for your conscience.
You painted your nails the same red.
How pretty they looked, your feet.
I was shopping with another woman
How taken aback she was when I picked up
those strappy suede red heels
from that pricey branded store for you.
How you demurred about the price when I gave them to you
We were never for displays of affection
But I knew you loved them.
I remember how you wore them
a flair so natural and sweet
© 2019 Padmavani Karkera