My Signiture Poem by Erica German

the sweeping waves
comes and goes
and then..
the sand tickles my toes

the waves and the sand have a line where they meet
and if you look at that line theres my feet
they will leave my signiture
right then and there

my footprint in the sand
will remain on that land
will never move
in the sand you will always see my foot groove

and for that split second
when my signiture hides
behind the sweeping waves
you see NO line

but when its clear from any water
there you see my footprints in the sand
and that young tottlers

my footprints leave a sign that reads
here lays my little feet