| Growing up my parents had a pair of bronze shoes. | | | | I will tell you stories ofbutterfly gardenspuppies and |
| Yes, these were my baby shoes. I LOVED those | | | | kittenslegends of mermaidsfantasy fairiesand |
| baby shoes of course. | | | | affirmations of love. |
| A box years later was unpacked by my mother | | | | An imageof your tiny baby handprint |
| holding yet another pair of my baby shoes. | | | | I will keep inside a bookdear and sweet |
| "Wow' I thought, "They must have really love me!" | | | | memoriesheld close to my heart. |
| One day when I was about 16 we visited my | | | | I smell the sweetness of youthe softness of your |
| Grandmother. She came out of her bedroom with | | | | skin. |
| yet another pair of bronzed baby shoes. "Here" she | | | | Sweet miracle and blessingto my life. |
| said to me, "I believe these are your bronzed baby | | | | Mommy loves youtreasures your handprint |
| shoes". | | | | I hold your little handshow you the wayas rainbows |
| I look puzzled and I guess a bit upset. How many | | | | sing your song. |
| baby shoes could one baby wear? | | | | My dear and treasured angeljust beginning your life |
| The truth had to come out! | | | | I will watch you on your wayyour little |
| Turns out my parents tried their hand at bronzing | | | | footprintsdeciding your path |
| baby shoes, wanting to start a little cottage industry. | | | | I will catch you before you fall. |
| NONE of the baby shoes were mine. WAAA! | | | | Oh my tiny angel |
| "Baby Handprint Poem" | | | | I will gather moonbeams for yougive you everything |
| I listened for your breathheld my head close to | | | | a baby needsand as you grow older |
| yoursas you lie sleeping | | | | I will encourage youto be steady your feet. |
| Soothing soundsas my whimsical angel dreams. | | | | 10 Dec. |