Little Pink Boots

Written for Officer Kate, Fall 2011

Little Pink Boots, we saw you sit so quietly

Perched in the living room, not flinching or wiley

After a rock went through your window and your mother frantic

Because of someone else's temper, caused this potentially dangerous antic

Little pink boots what are you thinking? As all of the adults around you are screaming

And Officer Kate is gathering her information, you look on without hesitation

Little pink boots, is your life like this every day?

Chaos, mayhem and distress before and after you go out to play?

And what about the old lady Officer Kate had in tow?

A worn out case worker who has left the auditorium a long time ago

How will your life be in 20 years Little Pink Boots?

When you have watched tempers, police, caseworkers, disharmony and despair?

Those little pink boots, so pristine and worn with flair

Will a light shine in the hole of your window, even after the glass is replaced?

Or will it all continue to happen, the poverty, shame and disgrace.

Little miss pink boots may god bless you everyday

As I hope your childhood lets you play instead of pay.

JW