Missing Shoes

“Mommy I can’t find my shoes, I looked everywhere.”

It was almost time for school so panic filled the air.

Looking high and low. we spotted them outside in a tree.

“Now how did they get there, in your room they should be?”

Everyday it was like that, no shoes could be found.

Searching all over, inside, outside, upstairs and down.

My nerves were stretched to the limit every single morn.

Why can’t he keep track of them, so my nerves aren’t so torn?

Then one morning we searched everywhere for his missing shoes.

The bus would be here in a minute so we had no time to lose.

But those shoes could not be found and frustrated I became.

You’ll have to go without them, but tell no one your name.

So with his little head hung low he ran to stop the bus.

Off he went to school embarrassed as were all of us.

When he came home that afternoon, a note was in his fist.

It was from his teacher, and it seems she got the gist.

It was very smart of you to send your little shoeless boy.

I bet it taught him a great lesson and it gave us lots of joy.

He was a pluckiest little fellow that I’ve had the pleasure to meet.

For he showed such brass & humor while showing off his feet.

He stood up for Show and Tell and told the story about his missing shoes.

He warned every child to keep a spare so they don’t’ have to pay their dues.

He said, “I for one will never forget to put my shoes away in a very safe place.”

“So I never, ever have to stand here in class with redness on my face.”

It was the strangest Show and Tell my class had ever had.

And we never laughed so hard, with this wonderful little lad.

You certainly got your message known in a very unusual way.

I bet he never again loses his shoes until his dying day.

Written, Bonnie May