The Handprint.

Lemonade stands, and late night walks

Bike rides across, dead end streets

Fallen leaves, and fights in the snow

A cold ice covered side walk

 

Your handprint beneath my feet

 

Fireflies and hidden angels

A barefoot walk, across the grass

Friendship bracelets

And sprinkler tides

 

Your handprint beneath my feet

 

Bee stings and popsicles

Water fights, childhood laughter

Easter egg hunts and reindeer food

Fallen leaves, and igloo forts

 

Your handprint, beneath my feet

 

Teenage years, no walk in the park

Tears that spill, on that print

A girl who plans, to run away

But finds that treasure, of childhood

 

A handprint, beneath her feet

The hand of a girl, she never knew

But with who she shares, a special bond

Of sidewalk chalk, and childhood dreams

 

Teenage drama, a broken heart

Damaged ego, a tragedy

Family troubles, you can’t understand

Your childhood, so far away

 

But still your handprint, beneath my feet

 

Reviews

[Markymark]

I always review two. This is incredible and is a deviation from the first one I reviewed. You have scattered images throughout the piece, the common theme being youth. Wherever your feet take you, the handprint beneath travels with it. I get the sense of a youth in all seasons, and silly childhood friendships that bond stronger than time and distance, also the images evoked seem to be of childhood in the country, perhaps the south?

Teenage years, no walk in the park

Tears that spill, on that print

A girl who plans, to run away

But finds that treasure, of childhood



A handprint, beneath her feet

The hand of a girl, she never knew

But with who she shares, a special bond

Of sidewalk chalk, and childhood dreams



Teenage drama, a broken heart

Damaged ego, a tragedy

Family troubles, you can't understand

Your childhood, so far away



But still your handprint, beneath my feet

I am still baffled as to exactly who this is referring to, but the imagery is exquisite.

Mark