Footprints In Time
Two taps in an oval, ceramic mold
(time pause of my playful, jittery tot)
were set to dry and decorated bold,
placed with care in a rustling garden plot.
Fresh blooms surround, abounding with vigor
like children's laughter, sunshine's pulse and rain.
His feet fast extend, toes growing bigger,
yet small remain his precious footprints twain.
5-2-2021
"Footprints" Old or New for a Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caroline Devonshire
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2021
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