My Dad’s Boots

My Dad's boot

I sat next to him on the couch and looked at his boots and for some reason the poem “Footprints in the sand” came to mind. I have always loved it for its message. For me I have loosely interpreted it as the help we give one another when we need for someone else to carry the burden. There have been many through my life that have alternately walked beside me and held me up when I needed it. From the first I think though, it has to be my Dad. I remember him fiercely defending me when I was hurt by a mean girl, or sitting beside me on the stoop of my apartment building when the world was crashing down around me and I had lost my way. He is surprisingly calm and strong in the worst of times. My brother and I were sharing different stories and like all things perspective is subjective to the one that experienced it. I looked at his boots. The sole is wearing thin and the leather is cracked from wear but they are his favorite shoes. I couldn’t help thinking the same of him – worn and wise. So, I have taken license with this poem, and for fans I apologize, but this Dad, goes out to you.

One night I dreamed a dream.
As I was walking along the beach
Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand,
One belonging to me and one to my Dad.

After the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
I noticed that at many times along the path of my life,
especially at the very lowest and saddest times,
there was only one set of footprints.

This really troubled me, so I asked about it.
You said once I decided to trust you,
You’d walk with me all the way.
But I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of my life,
there was only one set of footprints.
“I don’t understand why, when I needed you the most, you wouldn’t be there.”

My precious child, I love you and will never leave you
Never, ever, during your trials and testings.
When you saw only one set of footprints,
It was then that I carried you.


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