All my life I've had the dreads
Of those chunky flat ole Granny shoes,
Oh please don't ever let me become
Ever so uncool.

I love my classy boots
For high kicking all fancy free,
And I sure like to doll up for a party
As pretty as can be.

Do I have to get clicky arthritis
All chubby in the knee,
Can't I keep my youthful legs
Lithe like I'll always be.

I'd like to wear my strappy sandals
While shopping at the mall,
Tell me I won't fall, legs all sprawled
Down on the shiny floor.

Just save me from those slippers
Hush puppies and the like,
Do they call them pumps
Oh my, they look a fright.

Ah, but don't you worry none
This groovy Gran's alright,
As I've figured out what to do
To wear both day 'n night.

I've bought some real neat trackies
That cover up my swollen knees,
And on my feet I'll wear..
YES..... sneakers,
This Granny's gonna be real hip now,
If you please.

Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems
inspired by Yolanda Cohen & Betty Hill
2004 used with permission

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and cut her
toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even
when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."


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