A poem to my darling angel boy

These are my footprints so perfect 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 patter of rain

Gentle drops like angles tears of joy and not from pain.

You will see my tiny footprints, in each butterflies lazy dance

I’ll let you know I’m with you, if you give me 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 al these tiny footprints are found in mummy’s and daddy’s heart

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