Little Footprints
These are the footprints, so perfect and so small,
These tiny footprints never touched the ground at all.
Not one tiny footprint, for now I have my wings,
These tiny footprints were meant for other things.
You will hear my tiny footprints in the patter of the rain,
Gentle drops like angel tears, of joy and not from pain.
You will see my tiny footprints in each butterflies lazy dance,
I'll let you know I'm with you, if you give me just the chance.
You will hear my tiny footprints in the rustle of the leaves,
I will whisper names into the wind and call each one that grieves.
Most of these tiny footprints are found in mommy's heart,
Cause even though I'm gone now, we're never truly apart.
---Author Unknown
I like it. The truth is she was never going to be the one to lay footprints, but she left untangibles behind her and the lives she touched are forever changed and she was so good at it that all she had to do was not even leave the womb.
ReplyDeleteGood poem,really goid meaning from it.
This is a beautiful poem. My dad passed away when I was very young, and this is one that I like to read when I think of him:
ReplyDeleteGod hath not promised
Skies always blue,
Flower-strewn pathways,
All our lives through;
God hath not promised
Sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow,
Peace without pain.
But God hath promised
Strength for the day,
Rest for the labor,
Light for the way.
Grace for the trials,
Help from above,
Unfailing sympathy,
Undying love.
I hope you liked this poem. And I'm always here for you Tamara.