Love Poem: New Stomps
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Written by: Ann Foster

New Stomps

New Stomps
 
Today I have again, 
been told the value of my worth. 

Limitless...
or at least the value of 
new socks and shoes, 
by a man...
that did not look
at the price tag,
but instead at my face, 
as he ripped open
the sock package of six...
to get me what was needed.
The whole package, 
more money than I paid 
for my last pair of shoes...
a long while back.  

Placing all on the cash belt, 
"We'll take the lot..." 
adding the shoes, 
the open bag, 
and a second one, 
absently...
to the mix, 
then
placing the change 
he received in the small
donation can at the door. 

I have finally met a man, 
like my grandfather. 
A good man.