Footprints In The DirtA Poem by Chris MichaMoments 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. © 2014 Chris MichaReviews
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StatsAuthorChris MichaRichland, MSAboutTo sum me up is pretty easy. I love writing because it's therapy for my wayward soul. Although, I am by no means any good at it, I still put myself out there. I use to write when I was younger but gav.. more..Writing
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