Tiny Footprints by Jenn Minnich

Taren, a friend and birth mom had this and said I could use it. It is a poem that she had and I thought it was sweet.

Before his lungs could breathe
and his eyes could see,
his little feet
were walking all over me.

Before he can crawl,
and even talk,
his little toes,
took a walk.

They took a journey,
went far and wide.

They traveled to my soul
where they will 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
his tiny little footprints
will be forever in my heart.