Army Boots
His boot polish was always her favorite. The smell reminded her of
Of guns, of war and of tanks.
All sorts of things
Other girls knew nothing about.
He’d sit on the couch
Dazzling in black,
In greens and in browns. Possessing that sparkle
Other girls knew nothing about.
She’d sit on the floor
Cross legged and polishing,
Until those boots were like stars.
Relishing in being allowed to do something Other girls knew nothing about.
Then off he always went.
Again and again. Until those
Black boots turned to sand.
Never needing the polish, or the skill Other girls knew nothing about.
As she stands there in her own two boots, She finds comfort in the smell of that polish. And in guns, in war and in tanks.
And all sorts of things
Other girls know nothing about.