Ronda Larkin is a common mom with uncommon poetic perspectives.
With my father, I once shopped, for school clothes, at a mall.
An overwhelming mass of stores;
Two levels of, unending hall.
His plan was simple, I could buy, as much as I would like,
But, I would have to carry all,
On this shopping hike.
He knew his plan was brilliant: How much could he lose?
By weight, the items would be bought:
First on the list; new heavy shoes.