Son to Mum
My boots are made for sleeping
I’ll never take them off again.
My feet are made for keeping
Those leathery brown boots.
My heart is made for boots
They are the world to me
& if you take them off me Mum
I’ll scream the whole house down.
My boots they sing me songs
As the crackle in the night
My heart is made for weeping
For my hand-me-down brown boots.
Mum to Son
Son, I wish you’d take off those boots
For they are lethal weapons as you sleep.
I know you love them deeply, truly, madly
But they do not make your parents
Meet the morning mildly mannered.
If you stayed asleep on your own bed
We’d have no problems with your obsession,
But as you creep up into ours
I’d rather your boots were dreams
& not your midnight possession
Boots to Son
When you grow up you won’t remember
the love that we once shared.
But that’s okay I won’t be lonely because
I always travel in pairs.
I just have one small request before I go
Please polish me & check my eyelets
Then sing me a song to imprint into my sole.
Boots to Mum
One day he’ll be fully grown
& new shoes he’ll own
Boots will be replaced by runners
new challenges be found.
Remember you can write a poem
to reach out to him
Say the things you need to say
as Mum to grown up son.
(c) June Perkins
Ripple Poetry 
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This is fun. I wouldn’t want to sleep with those boots either.
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