Do you ever? - Poem

Do you ever?

Poem : "Do you ever?" - Flora Sandstrom

I’m walking up and down the hail,
My shoes a happy squeaking make,
It is a lovely noise! I hope
It’s not because my new shoes ache.
I walk to hear it when I can,
Turning my toes out, like a man.

When I have children, I shall buy
The squeakiest shoes that I can find
And walk about the house, my hands
Clasped close together tight behind.
And when my children hear, they’ll say
Here’s Daddy coming home.

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