They stole souls
From Daddy
To use as holes.
He took it,
And tanned their hides
To make useful soles.
He treads in them
Every day
To remember the traitors.
He bore them
For leather
Finer than Florida gators.
He's fine now
Using them
Minus the bearing.
His children greeting him
Need no further warning,
Grateful for shoes to remind them
It's never forgotten.