Footprints Poem by Solomon C Jatta

They have left
Footprints that we cannot fill,
Heavy with the weight of dreams,
Quiet now, but never still.

Their hands once built what we now hold,
Their hopes poured into stone
Now all that's left are whispered names
And echoes carved in bone.

We walk the path they carved with pain,
A trail of ash and flame,
And though we wear a different skin,
We carry still their name.

For in their loss, we find our charge,
A legacy to tend
To build with care, to rise with grace,
And honour to the end.