Izzie Smith
Born sleeping 3rd January 2010
Footprints – for Izzie
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.
Gentle drops like angels' 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 a 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 in mummy and daddy’s heart.
‘Cause even though I’m gone now
we’ll never truly part.
xxxx
Born sleeping 3rd January 2010
Footprints – for Izzie
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.
Gentle drops like angels' 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 a 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 in mummy and daddy’s heart.
‘Cause even though I’m gone now
we’ll never truly part.
xxxx
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