so perfect and so small.
These tiny footprints
never touched the ground
at all.
Not one tiny footprint,
for now I have 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’s
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 just
give me the 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 on
Mommy and Daddy’s hearts.
Cause even though I’m gone now,
We’ll never truly part.
