"Two worn little shoes with a hole in the toe 
And why have I saved them? Well, all mothers know. 
There's nothing so sweet as a baby's worn shoe 
And patter of little footsteps following you. 
The feet they once held have grown slender and strong; 
Tonight they'll be tired after dancing so long. 
I guided his feet when he wore such as these; 
Dear God, may I ask, won't you guide them now, please?" 
~UNKNOWN