FORGOTTEN FOOT PRINTS
Oh, to blurt out words of yesterday -
blend them into spaces of your life
to recognize a place you’ve been -
to gather up laughter once forgotten
hear the sound of nature when alone -
not knowing who is near – where – or care;
our mind brings us to places we have
been – once remembered – or forgotten -
photographs brings us back - to the day
we lived within its color . . .
our steps are many – yes – some forgotten
foot prints
tomorrow - fresh imprints – new photos
develop in our mind to recall
to bring joy to our existence.
Nancy Duci Denofio
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