Three sets of footprints left, in the sand.
Paints a beautiful picture of Love holding each others hands.
A son, a daughter and a young mother, enjoying each other.
Each one laughing at the other.
Small waves, dampen little toes,
The mother steps back to watch
Because secretly she knows.
That it wont be long now,
Until they are making footsteps, all on their own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem