These are my 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 angels 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 a chance. You will see my tiny footprints, in the rustle of the leaves. I will whisper names into the wind, and call each one that grieves. Most of all, these tiny footprints, are found in mummy's heart, cause even though I'm gone now, we're never truly part.
A Walk to Remember Kathie Rataj Mayo
I walk to remember the steps you'll never take. I carry you with me as I firmly plant my feet.
Our trek started long ago, before my belly swelled. You were a love that grew- like butterfly wings that beat. Your gently flutters then became kicks upon which I would dwell. And I would talk to you, sweet babe, about the world you soon would meet.
The sun always shone upon us then- when you were in my womb. And I was eager to show you the world that would have been your home. How you'd have loved the sun shining- blue skies without a cloud. The autumn leaves turning- the snow falling all around. The flowers in summer- would have filled your eyes with smiles. And the rain that might have fallen would have caused you great surprise.
You would have traveled far with me- holding me by the hand, And I'd have shown you all I could more that I can imagine.
You hold my HEART tightly now, as though we're holding hands. How far we've traveled, little one- and my life with you has been sweet. For I carry you in my heart, as I firmly plant my feet.
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