Footsteps Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Footsteps frozen in the mud of time
Impressions creating flat shallow craters
Representing many long years of toil
Coldly observed in the soil of the creator

The path abruptly ended as winter grass
Fringed the idle sleeping farmlands
Land obtained by the sweat of the brow
Land where a tall oak no longer stands

A mild winter thaw had quickly vanished
Temporarily preserving a purposeful walk
A last walk before a sudden unexpected fall
Silent on a stairway, with dreams locked

Spring came as remnant footsteps faded
And blended into an earth of resurrection
Rays of sunlight brought forth vibrant green
Near the path of life; leading in one direction

Goodbye my father…8/9/89-2/12/66

1/23/08