My mom took off her shoes on her first date,
Walked barefoot on the concrete: "Gawd, I hate
Those high heels!" And my dad thought she was sweet
With storm-cloud curls and tiny floating feet.
He walked her home down smoky alleyways
And saw her sparkling silhouette for days.
"He's really into you," her roommate said,
But it took seven years until they wed.
Today she dances barefoot on the rug,
Takes off his coat and spins into a hug.
Her hair is frosted over with a silver sheen,
But she still has the smallest feet he's ever seen.