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 unmistakably changed...
the tiny footprints left behind on your heart
bespeak your name as mother.
I love you more than anything.
- Drew
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Re: To my wife
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on Thu 21 May 2009 07:36 AM EDT | Permanent Link
Nice poem, Drew. A fitting tribute.
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