Fading Footsteps
Time and Water
Four footsteps in soft mud, two small, two large. One forward, one behind, winding ever forward with lessons along the way. Growing until they match, like reflections. When the pace changes and they switch, I will not leave you behind. You taught me to look forward, hold up my chin, be careful, and be kind. Though the lessons were taught, counted in mismatched footsteps, I find, as yours fall back, that I cannot forgive time.
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S. A. Crawford
Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
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This is gorgeous. This line gave me chills "When the pace change and they switch, I will not leave you behind."
Wow this will hit any parent or strike a memory in all of us.