New Shoes
Everyone has the same shoes here,
It’s all about the brand.
I’ve told my mum I need them too,
She doesn’t understand.
She says they’re too expensive,
my feet are growing fast.
She’d rather get a cheaper pair
as school shoes never last.
Mum says I’m like a caterpillar,
wearing out my heels,
that when I’ve got my own kids,
I’ll know how she feels.
My footwear’s not the same as yours
but my shoes are smart.
I’ve got caterpillar legs
and a butterfly heart.
It’s all about the brand.
I’ve told my mum I need them too,
She doesn’t understand.
She says they’re too expensive,
my feet are growing fast.
She’d rather get a cheaper pair
as school shoes never last.
Mum says I’m like a caterpillar,
wearing out my heels,
that when I’ve got my own kids,
I’ll know how she feels.
My footwear’s not the same as yours
but my shoes are smart.
I’ve got caterpillar legs
and a butterfly heart.
This poem is copyright (©) Emma Phillips 2026
About the Writer
Emma Phillips
Emma Phillips lives, writes and teaches by the M5 in Devon, which sometimes lures her off in search of adventure. Her poetry for children can be found in Tyger, Tyger, The School Magazine, Little Thoughts Press and Paperbound, as well as here on the Dirigible Balloon. She is addicted to crisps.
