Wednesday, May 21, 2014

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.


  1. What a beautiful poem, Marcus. I love the imagery and the feeling of sweet reverie in recalling sweet times. A joy to read you here on Whispers! Sheri /

  2. What beautiful memories you have composed into this amazing poetic piece, Such a joy to read. I write these days for my beautiful granddaughter and will also write when the other granddaughter is born in July. Such precious blessings I have been given by God. Blessings always, Leokadia

  3. Hi Marcus. I really enjoyed this, my friend. Continued blessings!

    -Maurice J. Reynolds, Owner / Editor
    TGBTG! Publications / Creative Inspirations

  4. Imprints that never fade and never wash away... very nice... Terry

  5. Sooo beautiful, Marcus. I smiled thinking of the baby grasping her father's finger with her whole hand. Eventually time reverses the order of things and the grown daughter moves and thinks more quickly than her father. I'm glad my father kept walking 6 miles a day until he died at age 93. He also worked as an accountant and that kept his mind sharp. However, I do remember the pain I felt seeing him struggle to tie his shoes. Now he is gone and it is I who is slowing down. A masterpiece that I could truly appreciate! Best wishes, Carolyn

  6. Beautiful poem, Marcus. Thank you for writing it.

  7. Dear Marcus,

    A touching write on the full circle of life and the memories we carry with us. Beautiful, thank you for sharing your poetry with us.

    Sandra Stefanowich