Tiny Footprints
- By Jenn M.
Before your lungs could breathe
and your eyes could see,
your little feet
were walking all over me.
Before you could crawl,
and even talk,
your little toes
took a walk.
They took a journey,
went far and wide.
They traveled to my soul
where they now reside.
With every second that passes
they make another move.
With every day that ends,
they dig another groove.
No matter how long or how far
we might be apart,
your tiny little footprints
are all over my heart.
1 comment:
thank you for sharing this! I am hoping to get prints of my daughter's feet soon and this poem will go with them perfectly
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