Amaia Navarez Bueno

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.

You will see my tiny footprints, In each butterfly's lazy dance.

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's heart.

'Cause even though I'm gone now, we’ll never truly part.

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