Ode to my ten-year-old slippers
Who took me to the forbidden forest filled with cookies, string cheese, and TV dinner.
Whose matted wool-like fabric clung to my feet while I stood in the corner for an eternity of five minutes
Who would accompany me on my adventure to bubble bath land filling the air with Johnson and Johnson shampoo and mommy shouting at baby for getting water everywhere.
Ode to taking my hot tears and turning them into sweet dreams.
Ode to listening to calm before and after the storm and taking me to wonderland when we heard the blaring wails of mommy's regrets.
Ode to you two for keeping my feet warm
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