Footprints In The Dirt

Moments collected in a jar.

He scooped up their footprints,
that were left in the dirt.
Remembering every single step,
before he stored them in a jar.
His angels watched,
this little boy's beautiful mind,
collecting memories,
so dear to his heart.

Tears of the present, fall hard into
the past.
Leaving emotional craters, embedded
in the dirt.
The lid is put on tight, sealing in time.
Along with the happiness, replaced
by the hurt.

He looks down the gravel road,
around the corner's bend.
He's going to wait right there
for him to come back,
and it doesn't matter when.


A few miles away, his tires hug
the road.
His hands grip the steering wheel,
as he fights back the building tears.
A song on the radio, releases a cascading
river down his cheeks.
While collected memories of his Son,
cry with him on his feet.

Reviews

[Woody]

a heart-rending poem. you've a great way to describe emotions. good one, Chris.
I have a tiny little remark, if you please. it's hardly noticible. correct me if I'm wrong.
"his hands grip the steering wheel,
fighting back the building tears"
that gives the impression that it's the hands that fight back the tears (!)
I'm really no specialist. just an observation.

[Chris Micha]

Engluva, thank you for pointing that out. I want contructive critisism, helps me grow. I always value your opinion! :)

[Woody]

you're most welcome.

[Tinkerbellje]

When the only thing left you have of someone is a few memories and some possessions, it can be very tough. What a beautifully heartfelt poem.

[Chris Micha]

It's so true, Tinker. Thank you so much! :)

[Angels heart]

I like how this is really, humanly. People really do that sometimes. I reaaaaaaly like it ;)

[Chris Micha]

Thank you, Angel! Glad you stopped by. ;)

[Angels heart]

Glad you answer my reviews ;)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

You have encapsulated some bittersweet memories...I truly felt your words...
An emotional release, well penned. ~xoxo~:)

[Chris Micha]

I really appreciate it, Robbie! I hope it made sense. :)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

For me, it did make sense... the past and the present seem to collide...