Whatever happened to daddy’s boots?
Flannel shirts and Levis, or Western suits.
Justin boots and Stetson hats were the apparel
of my family roots.
They were given to my mom
From the hospital that long night.
Love and memories were like a balm
As she tenderly put them out of sight.
They were passed along to me,
I had two sons, could one be –
The one who carried his legacy?
The legacy came from Granddad Jim
He said for us to look past him.
And know our worth only comes from God.
Look up to Him because people are flawed.
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Prompt: “boots” 99 words
butismileanyway.com/2018/01/19/january-11-flash-fiction-boots/
https://carrotranch.com/2018/01/19/january-18-flash-fiction-challenge/
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Sweet aroma 
Wonderful!
Oh, thank you. I’m always nervous when I jump into a new arena. (Hey, that a good place for “boots” – when I jump into an arena!) But since you were there, I decided to go for it. 😀
I really enjoyed Oneta!
” Look up to Him because people are flawed” – sometimes I wonder if we created the one above in our image .
pranabaxom, do you think people are more intelligent or more creative now than thousands of years ago? I don’t, so I don’t think man started this “life” at all. Look where you want, you have to start with something. I start with God. Place my eternity in the hope of Jesus making me acceptable to God. But God certainly doesn’t object to our questions, our curiosity, or our doubts. He invites us to “come reason” with him. Isaiah 1:18 Thanks for leaving a comment. By the way, I, too, have questions. I don’t understand God’s turning the earth over to flawed man. We sure do mess up! 😀
I respect your rights to your belief but I also believe that there is no one path to reach one’s destiny.
😀 Just curious. Does any of those paths not lead to God? Whether or not, let’s continue our blog journey together. I have lots of fun but I do have serious stuff also. I haven’t read yours enough to know just what kind of blogging you do. I enjoy almost anything if it is not too “wordy.” I don’t read long blogs very much. I guess my studious days are waning! 😀
I definitely leads somewhere but whether the one is a he or she, only God (or Allah or Jehovah or …..) knows. I do not. As long as I can live and let live and love my fellow human beings and others without prejudice, I hope I will be OK on whatever judgement day is there.😉
I’ve been browsing at your place. You are not wordy so I read some. The 52 weeks with W looked like you carried out that challenge quite successfully. Congratulations. 😀
Thank you so much.
What wonderful words of legacy.(in boots story). Thank you. Only ONE SAVIOUR in my legacy. All people without prejudice – every tribe, every tongue. (male, female, welcome. In Him essence of all humanity) .I too love and respect the blogging journeys of ALL.
Right you are. Free space and a lot of it!
What a great memory. And boots, no less. (I’m from Texas).
Great poem. Be blessed.
My family was SE Colorado. Daddy did go to Texas (Amarillo mostly) to get his boots and hats. Thanks for the comment.
“Look up to Him for people are flawed.”
I liked this line. Thanks for sharing and reaching out to me on Facebook. God bless you Oneta!
Wisdom to set our eyes on a flawless Leader.
Very tender. I have my dad’s wallet and the bronze New Testament he carried into the war with him. 🙂
Precious mementos to relight the flame in one’s heart. Thanks, Calen.
I’m so glad you jumped in Oneta! I loved your verse and both the story and values it conveys. I also find your author bio to be one of the most compelling I’ve read, Yes, I’ve drawn up close to the screen now and want more of your stories, Grandma Blogger.
Why, Child, you are so welcome to join my family. I ask one thing of you; please remind me in a few days that you are there. The eye situation has me limited to only responding to comments. Generally I would follow your tracks right back to your blog but can’t do it right now. Remind me that you are there if I lose you. And thanks for the kind words. I’d love to know you better. 😀
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Well done! Great poetry. ❤