Tiny Feet

My Tiny Footprints

These are my tiny 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 of angel tears,
Of joy and not from pain.

You will see my tiny footprints
In each Butterfly's 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 on each that grieves.

Most of all, these tiny footprints
Are found on Mommy and Daddy's heart,
'Cause even though I'm gone now
We NEVER truly part.

-Unknown

Some People

Some people come into our lives and quickly go.
Some people move our souls to dance.
They awaken us to a new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom.
Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.
They stay in our lives for a little while,
leave footprints on our hearts,
and we are never, ever the same.

-Author Unknown

Tiny Footprints on a Mother's Heart

When a baby arrives,
be it for a day, a month, a year or more,
or perhaps only a sweet flickering moment-
the fragile spark of a tender soul
the secret swell of a new pregnancy
the goldfish flutter known to only you-
you are unmistakeningly changed...
the tiny footprints left behind on your heart
bespeak your name as Mother.

- Author Unknown

Tiny Footprints

A Letter to a Lost Grandbaby and Niece

What a song began in our hearts when she first told us about you, a note of excitement bubbling over. We could not help but fall in love just waiting.

We knitted blankets of hopes, dreamed countless adventures, imagined bright sunny days at the park, your first ice cream cone melting down pudgy fists.

Our arms readied themselves, we waited on edge, longing for the day when your first cries would break the air, and we would be there to soothe, to rock, to lullabye to sleep.

We could not be prepared for the next measure-your mother's voice broken, her heart, our hearts together, rubbed sore and raw with the loss of you. Our arms helpless to soothe, to rock away her pain.

Oh little one, what plans we had, what delicious dreams, what joy you brought in your small space. Your tiny footprints carried with us create a new rhythm in our hearts.

by Kimberly de Montbrun