Tiny Prints in the Sand--By Marcus Omer--United States

Tiny Prints in the Sand

Ten little toes, two little feet
make tiny footprints in the sand.
Innocent years when life was sweet;
my finger circled in her hand.

The answers simple way back then
for daddy and his little girl;
it's flowers and kittens, count to ten
and living in a small, small world.

Like hands of time the years unroll,
they press against a lonely mind.
The changing seasons take their toll,
as days so precious left behind.

The prints now made are her alone,
for daddy steps have grown too slow.
A path that winds through rocks and stones.
Can you see where the wind may blow?

Though days of Winter come with pain,
those living memories are grand.
I play them over once again,
'bout tiny footprints in the sand.

Marcus Omer got serious about writing after he retired in 1997. He draws his inspiration from the many emotions we experience in life. He has published Of Sunshine and Clouds with iUniverse and The Winding Road with Shadow Poetry. He’s also published in Snippets, The Magic of Words and several issues of Golden Words.