The Black Heels

I find a pair of dress-up black heels.

So beautiful.

They belong to my Aunt Lorraine

I can't help myself

I must try them on.

They are too big for my

six-year-old feet

but oh, how they make me feel

like dancing!

I test them and the sound the

heel makes

as it strikes the wooden floor

is so satisfying,

and all at once

I am a great dancer

like the lady on TV.

My feet have a life of their own

as the magic shoes tap loudly

to the music playing in my imagination.

I swirl and turn,

my feet and body moving

free and joyously

TAP - TAP - TAP - TAP - TAP

across the wood boards,

and I am swept away in the

magic of my dance.

"Who is making all the stomping noise??",

my mother askes from the doorway,

"You can't hear yourself think downstairs!".

My brothers and sister are crowded

around her, laughing.

I stop, but for a few moments

I was flying with pure joy!

Judi Opager

May 24, 2021