Mami Heels me sugiere muchomás cada vezme parece maravillosa. Un beso,x
Mami heelsMrs Black wore shoes of every colourWith bracelets and handbags to match.Permed hair bouncing through school,she sang her way down wooden floors, her painted smile the opener of heartsand doors. "Dance, prance, twist and twirl, tring-a-ling" Our mother never dressed like Mrs Black, but wardrobe-hunting revealed, tucked behind trainered rows,stilettos, shiny red and green. A whirlof sticky fingers fastening buckles,we were suddenly sisters of all the lipsticked long-nail ladies ever seen."Twizzle and circle and turn, tring-a-ling"Teetering steps in mummy’s heelsled us to rooms of smoking men with jokes we didn’t understand, sowe laughed whenever they laughed,wriggled under tickling hands, totteredunder shifting eyes, proud to jointhose games that adults play. "Oopsadaisy, we all fall down, tring-a-ling" Funny then, that I should stand here todayin this room of waiting shoes andnot know how to choose, chasingall that we lost the day that child-hood ended in the tying up of straps."Up and away goes the girl, tring-a-ling" Ifthe way you ask leaves no choiceif you use the right kind of voiceI will be your Mrs Black. Heeled,I will pose, prance, strut and twirlbut inside I will be quietly curling into twists of tight unknowing like the little girl that Sunday afternoonstumbling into the grownups room."Dance, prance, twist and twirl, tring-a-ling"S.
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