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.

As years passed,
when I was a walking contradiction,
I wore that boot as a symbol of strength
to hoist a flag of rebellion
against the world,
but this time for a change,
you showed me a side
that you never revealed,
a training commander
trying to set me back on track.
I resisted it,
I abandoned the boot that was a little big for my feet.

Now a woman
with dignity, ethics, and life,
sees that boot collecting dust
on the veranda
that looks like a dog
who lost its master.

Now I picked it, polished it, and wore it,
the imprint of your feet wasn't far from mine,
and wore it with the same emotion I had
for years now.
When I felt the imprint on the sole,
a sense of accountability and guilt,
and I came to see you after
an unjustifiable amount of time.