Snapshots

12778838_10153568128188049_7703930506480523998_o I remember the roughness
of the grass
‘neath my feet
as I chased your laughter
your tiny steps

perfectly matched
by the largeness
of the man
whose fingers
you clutched

safe in your
toddler world.
Alas, the footsteps
become silent
the hand falls away

All that remains
are the memories
of steps once taken
Trapped in pictures
fading to grey….

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