Welcome to My life in the shadows



FOOT STEPS
(for my brother's  girls)
 
Upstairs on the old pine-planked floor
She listened to the footsteps
Of her father, like I listened for mine
In the wee morning hours,
Making himself ready
For another working day,
Knowing that soon enough
These echoes we hear of life
Rushing by us
Will slowly ebb away,
Always to be cherished.
 
It seems that through this world
We live under a series of footsteps
Tapping out their legacy
Into our dreams,
Building trails and setting foundations
For those who fallow us,
And for those who may come latter
With other ancestors
Held high on their shoulders,
 
But for now we walk alone
In this world, alone,
But on the same earthly ground
Our fathers once walked,
And their fathers before them,
Each speaking the same words
In different dialects,
But dreaming the same dreams as we,
Hoping that one day
Someone’s son, or daughter,
Someone’s grandchild, or great-grandchild
Will follow us into the light
Of a brave new world
Where love never dies
Within the open arms
Of our fathers.
 
uTAH jAY


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