Footprints Poem by Moth Harris

Footprints trace a path in the snow.
A winter so white, a life so cold,
but she didn't know, no she never knew
that the sky could be so blue
around here.

Footprints melt away in good time.
Concealing the past forever in this rhyme,
and even though you can't read it,
There might be a chance you might need it,
make things clear.

Footprints to remember where you came from,
Where you have been.
You just kept walking forward on this cold path,
I never knew where to begin,
You sure did.