Tata's Shoes

Tata’s Shoes dedicated to my abuelo, Jesus (Chuy) Tata’s shoes Black, slick and heavy Tata’s shoes Home to my fondest memories. Tata’s shoes BOOM BOOM BOOM Down the wood hall Tata’s shoes My timekeepers, my beat makers My where I put my baby feet placers. Tata’s shoes Where I hopped on Ready to dance Peach, frilly dress It was back on Thanksgiving day. Tata’s shoes Spun me around To the sounds Trio Los Panchos y Los Dandys, playing on his precious, stereo all night long Tata’s shoes are Velcro now, black and not as spiffy. They no longer BOOM BOOM BOOM Down hallways or dance me all around. Tata can barely put them on. Tata’s shoes They hold my childhood And memories of so much love. They tell the story of when he was so strong. Tata’s shoes When I tell him of my recollections, He smiles, eyes beaming bright. Te veras mija. No me acuerdo. Aye mija how the time has passed me by. Tata’s shoes He might not remember But surely will I. Tata’s shoes Shall remain, forever on my mind.