tramping up and down the stairs,
standing at the podium as
name after name was read
each list of scholarships.
Dancing for young people,
leaping off into the unknown.
Misty’s shoes were there,
celebrating a roomful of potential
that Misty will never know.
A few years ago on eBay I purchased a pair of stunning black and white spectator pumps (Listen Up Harlow by John Fluevog). While corresponding with the seller, I was told that they were her deceased sister’s shoes. Misty had passed away from cystic fibrosis. I was touched by the story, and wrote a character named after her into the novel I was writing at the time. Misty loved shoes and dancing and her passions fueled her story line in Grace Awakening Myth. (GA Myth is still in editing and revisions. Not sure that sub-plot will make the cut, actually). Thinking about Misty while wearing her shoes at my school’s grad this week, I remembered young people I knew who passed away far too young.
Poignant and a beautiful tribute, Shawn.
That is a wonderful legacy, and her spirit is very likely celebrating, in the unseen realm.
Nice work. Touching story. Sad. After reading the explanation at the bottom, and re-reading the ending of the poem, one realises what you meant. Unfortunately, Misty wasn’t able to physically be present for her graduation…
Actually, I think she probably did graduate; she just didn’t have long enough after graduation.
Okay. Yeah, perhaps. 🙂