I found my baby’s tiny shoes,
“how do they grow so fast?”
And now I see him sleeping there,
a grown up man at last.

I see the socks, the hat, the gloves,
and miss those golden years.
I stroke his face, his chin, his hair,
and wipe away his tears.

I turn the vice to crush his feet,
another yank and then,
I take those tiny baby shoes
and make them fit again.