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Footprints on My Floor

A dream of days to come
when such things will dissappear…
smuges on my doorknobs
and footprints on the floor.
Grubby little faces
from a dinner eaten in glee,
lively conversation
questioning so many things.
A dream of sad tomorrows
empty of these gentle lambs,
treasure now this awesome task
of helping them grow up.

ADW