Zywa The pink shoes

With a bowed head, Pilar is toiling
through the sand, she's been playing
along the edge, where the water is white
from foam, coming and flowing back
much further than she can see

Mama knows right away
Pilar, where are your shoes?
Tell me, where did you put them?
Here Señora, look, I got them

You know, I have a girl like her
but she is ill, she has a fever
and cold feet, we don't have money
to buy shoes, and all of a sudden
she was wearing these pink shoes!

Three women listen in
they flap out their handkerchief
when Pilar gives her hoop
her bucket with the shovel

and a kiss as a goodbye
to the sick girl
who will grow up and
will keep the pink shoes
in a glass jar

Poem 2799
Amsterdam, 2020-03-18

The pink shoes (José Martí)
Poem "Los zapaticos de rosa"
Collection: Untwisted 
Keyword: Equality: 
Keyword: Cuba% 
Tribute to: Marti, Jose 
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