PRINTS:

Tiny little footprints, embossed momentarily in sand,

Supported from above by Daddy´s solid & guiding hand,

The solitary steps, one by one, engraved in slippery sod,

Steps of the lonely as on their pilgrimage they stolidly plod.

The prints of mankind, imprinted from the time of his birth,

The spoor of all beasts, treading over the hot scorched earth,

Handprints of old ancestors, marked on the walls of cold cave,

Where the ancients once stepped, now covered & sadly paved.

Footprints, of the small, the huge, the tiny & enormously mighty,

Of the minute, scurrying, flapping, slithering, searching & flighty,

All leaving on this earth, their mark, their passing & fleeting trace,

Coming, going, searching, leaving their print, yet we forget the face.

I hear the echoing through night´s halls, as in death´s arms you depart,

Yet the footprints you left imprinted deep within my shattered heart,

Will never be erased, as I hear the old plodding of your padding paws,

Resounding through the ether behind those cold, unfriendly closing doors.