To Tara Lee

And what a gift it was.
Or was it a gift?
I saw them, took them, then thanked you.
How thoughtful of us both.

A pair of blue moons.
A pair of light and dark blue moons.
Warm and soft.

They rode with me . . . shotgun!
They rode with me, nestled, admired, adored.
Carried over the threshold,
This gift was . . . from you to me.

A pair of comfort.
Light and dark this comfort was.
Fluffy moons.

There to greet me each morning.
There to walk me to my image.
No reluctance to take early steps.
No regrets in bringing them home.

A pair of blue moons.
Light and dark blue moons.
Or was it a gift?
We'll never know.

I saw them, took them, and now they're mine.
A pair of warm feet is what you gave me,
On a night like tonight.
A pair of warm and soft moons.



Thanks for the slippers, Tara Lee.