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Fuzzy Slippers

Updated on June 6, 2011

I button the top button of my robe

It’s a quilted satin floral print

And reminds me of melted sherbet

I feel grown up in it like the ladies on tv

I listen at the stairwell for the baby sitter

There is only the drone of the television

I imagine her curled up on the couch

She's nice, I hope she doesn't get in trouble

The French door near my bedroom opens onto the balcony

Quietly I pad my way down the back stairs

The light from the living room’s picture windows fill the lawn

I am careful to travel wide, staying in the the dark

The world tonight is black and white

Everywhere long shadows

But I’m not scared

My heart is pounding with excitement

I climb the pasture fence in my pink fluffy slippers

and wade through hip high grass till I reach the road

I love my slippers and don’t yet hate the site of pink

I still believe the fairytales

The road is lit by the full moon

And the lights of the college shine ahead

A quarter mile walk will get me past those

She's gonna be mad, I know

She hasn't hit me for two days

For her that's getting along

But they’re gone

And she woulda beat me tomorrow anyway

I duck into the shallow next to the road

When cars pass by

I haven’t really thought where I'm going

Just away

To the next town, I guess

Another car

I curl up in a ball beside the road

Imitating a rock

A pink and orange quilted satin rock

This one slows crunching the gravel behind me

He talks, she talks, I say nothing

He tries to stand me up, but I am a rock

Eventually I'm put in their car

In her lap still in a ball, we drive

Once in their house

They fuss over me like a celebrity

They are kind and gentle

Years later I realize I was lucky

More questions, no answers

Back in the car

This time I sit like a person

Till we get to the Sheriff's office

She won't talk we've tried everything

Would you like some hot chocolate sweetie?

We can even get marshmallows

Name? phone number? First grade?

I sing like a bird

Tell us about your mother

Does she get angry with you?

I know better than to answer

Silently I drink my chocolate

Daddy leads me through the living room

Mommy and the Christiansens are playing cards

They are all dress up in going out clothes

They stop and watch me with a strange excitement

Daddy is sad and looks confused

I didn't mean to hurt him


Next time I will plan better


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    • Tom Cornett profile image

      Tom Cornett 

      2 years ago from Ohio

      I read, smiled and imagined. I must have missed this one a few years ago. Always loved and love reading your works. :)

    • Randy Behavior profile imageAUTHOR

      Randy Behavior 

      3 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Thanks for reading Finn. I used to asked myself how he could have missed it. But he honestly did. He was a good, sweet man.

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      3 years ago from Barstow

      wow....good perspective...nice imagery....a little curious about the overall tone. writing about childhood is interesting, difficult and sometimes magical. But the disturbing underlying specter of the abusive mother is a bit confused with a naive (seemingly) father. Will give it a few more reads....nice use of language

    • Randy Behavior profile imageAUTHOR

      Randy Behavior 

      9 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Thanks Claudia. I don't know if I was brave or just foolish.

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      Claudia Schönfeld 

      9 years ago

      i often thought about running away..but never are brave.. another gripping write

    • Randy Behavior profile imageAUTHOR

      Randy Behavior 

      10 years ago from Near the Ocean

      And see just how gracefully we can deal :) Thanks Tony.

    • Tony DeLorger profile image

      Tony DeLorger 

      10 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      There are no guarrantees in life, we can only deal with what we're dealt. I applaude you sharing. Thanks RB.

    • Randy Behavior profile imageAUTHOR

      Randy Behavior 

      10 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Awwwwwe, thanks MFB. I decided my childhood begins now. I am behaving very immaturely these days.

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      Matthew Frederick Blowers III 

      10 years ago from United States

      I am sending huge hugs back over the years to that flowered and fuzzy rock.

      Would that we were not as fate decreed,

      bound to a parent who is apparently abusive. I weep for the childhood you never knew hidden behind those dark bruises that painted your tear stained cheeks.~~~~MFB III

    • Randy Behavior profile imageAUTHOR

      Randy Behavior 

      10 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Thanks again for reading.

    • bbnix profile image


      10 years ago from Southern California

      I hope the higher you has patience for those of us, although similarly messed with in our youth, find a nice place in simple perspectives.

      Thanks again for a moving piece..

    • bbnix profile image


      10 years ago from Southern California

      Well said...

    • Randy Behavior profile imageAUTHOR

      Randy Behavior 

      10 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Thanks bbnix, but I don't live in the past. I have come to terms with all of it. It was planned and orchestrated by the higher me for the evolvement of me so I could write some soulful poetry. It's all good. All parties have been lovingly exonerated.

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      10 years ago from Southern California

      Now, Randy, when you think of those difficult times, project that we here who care about you are all there with you too, pink slippers and all.

      Close you eyes. See us all there, ten silly people with ten pairs of joy, all set for tough trial, hell bent with such ploy...

      Remember your family here, as I ought to do, whenever your lost friend, and know not what to do...

      Much love,


    • Randy Behavior profile imageAUTHOR

      Randy Behavior 

      10 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Thank you Micky! Some moments from our childhoods get imprinted on their brains. This is one of mine.

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      Micky Dee 

      10 years ago

      Tremendously beautiful write. I'm glad I didn't miss this one! Magical, really. Thank you Randy!

    • attemptedhumour profile image


      10 years ago from Australia

      Hubpages works in mysterious ways.

    • Randy Behavior profile imageAUTHOR

      Randy Behavior 

      10 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Nice to meet you Keith. My birth mother was mentally.... unstable. It never dawned on me until this moment that if she would have lived past my 3rd birthday things could have actually been worse. Thank you for sharing, yikes. An aha moment for me.

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      10 years ago from Australia

      Hi Randy, a very evocative poem depicting how fragile live can be when someone who should be trusted, betrays you. I had a chaotic upbringing as my mother retreated into mental depression even before i was born. She was still a loving mother, just not a functioning one. My dad who turns ninety this year gave us twice the love, but he couldn't do much whilst he was out providing for us. We all came out of it well, except for my mother who passed away in an institution ages 62. Your poem is written well and written from the heart, albeit a sad one. Cheers from Melbourne.

    • Randy Behavior profile imageAUTHOR

      Randy Behavior 

      10 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Hi Doug! I appreciate your insight. I have flashbacks of pivotal moments from my childhood and write in character when I do. Its like I'm that little six year old again. Writing is how I process emotions both the new and randy ones and the very old and sad ones.

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      Doug Turner Jr. 

      10 years ago

      I don't always get the good storytelling thing right, but I like to think I recognize it when I see it. With the line about the babysitter "she's nice, I hope she doesn't get in trouble," I was fully aware of your caliber as a storyteller. We learn that the narrator is young, innocent, and about to embark on a private journey, all without those things being said.

      The rest of the poem is just as intriguing and wrenching as everyone else here pointed out. Very well done.

    • Randy Behavior profile imageAUTHOR

      Randy Behavior 

      10 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Thanks Poetvix, I can't ask for any more than that. Love and Light to you.

      Hi ghomefitness! I grew up pretty quick... its now that I feel like a kid.

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      10 years ago from Chicago,IL

      That was amazing writing, I felt the hurt as if I was there. You showed forward thinking at a very young age.

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      10 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country.

      This reached in and grabbed my heart. It is such a powerful piece showing the awe of childhood mixed with the pain. It is beautifully written. God Bless.

    • Randy Behavior profile imageAUTHOR

      Randy Behavior 

      10 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Thanks Eiddwen for the nice comment. I don't think our childhoods need define us. They are experiences to learn great lessons from, forgiveness for example.

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      10 years ago from Wales

      Hi Randy Behaviour,

      Yes a great read and one sadly that I could also relate to.

      As you say it gives us plenty to write about, it sure does.

      Thank you for sharing this well expressed poem.

      Great work.

      Take care,


    • Randy Behavior profile imageAUTHOR

      Randy Behavior 

      10 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Thanks Tom. Can't ask for anything more than chills :)

      Hey Saddlerider! So many of us had this kind of childhood. Maybe so we'll have something to write about as adults? I was moving past fear at this point because I was taking matter into my own hands. Didn't work out the way I planned however. Still, better to be planning an escape than waiting and wondering when the next beating will come. Thanks for sharing your memories as well.

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      10 years ago

      This piece brought back memories of when I was 10 yrs old. I planned on running away from the hurt and abuse I witnessed with my young eyes, peeking through my bedroom door at my mother being beaten and the stench of cigarettes and alcohol in the air.

      I slipped out the back door and slowly slid into the back lane way. I walked to the corner of the next street and put out my finger for a ride, I was picked up but it was by the police, who after asking my name and address, I found myself right back where I started from.

      A spanking came my way with a belt and I was thrown back into my room. I wasn't wearing pink slippers, however the cops wouldn't have cared.

      Thank you for sharing a part of your childhood or someones, I felt the fear.

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      Tom rubenoff 

      10 years ago from United States

      Gave me a chill the second read, too. Nice.

    • Randy Behavior profile imageAUTHOR

      Randy Behavior 

      10 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Just waiting in the wings Charlie. It's a new year looking forward to Prosperity, Passion and Parties!

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      10 years ago

      Gosh. Am speechless. I thought you were gone from HP.


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