Thursday, May 23, 2013

Ode to my sneakers

I love these old, worn-out, beat-up, grimy, borderline gross sneakers. 

My beat-up Converse and I have history. 
We've journeyed through major life events:
Childbirth for the second time. 
Career successes. Job losses.
Deaths in the family. Newest additions.  
We've traveled great distances together.
And walked through shit.
I will wear these old dogs 'til they disintegrate. 
And when they do, I will 
Nurse them back to health with duct tape.