They’re everywhere.
They surround me.
Your prints cross my heart.
I see them in every memory.
I know your feet…
I know your toes.
(I know you need to cut your toenails.)
Your toes have touched the sand.
I wish they would touch me.
I miss your feet –
I miss you.
Your footprints are everywhere and I am grateful for the mark you left.
Did you leave your footprint somewhere?
Love - Rach