Memories of past caressing,
like a breeze through the woods,
of me wearing a shiny boot
that's giant for my teensy feet
and polish all over the body.
You came and hoisted my petite figure
with that strong arm of yours,
spun me around like the ride in a carnival.

As years passed by,
I wore your same boots
like a medal of honor
around the house,
despite looking like a clown
with big boots that are giant
for this squat-sized feet.
You ruffled my hair
and shielded me like a hero
from mother's wrath.
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