{"id":771,"date":"2020-08-22T17:10:20","date_gmt":"2020-08-22T15:10:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/amotherinfrance.com\/?p=771"},"modified":"2020-08-22T17:10:20","modified_gmt":"2020-08-22T15:10:20","slug":"footsteps","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/amotherinfrance.com\/footsteps\/","title":{"rendered":"Footsteps"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Here\u2019s a poem I wrote recently that I thought I\u2019d share with you.\u00a0 I hope you like it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Past my room in the morning I hear them all tread,
Their footsteps a story replays in my head.
He came into my life with a confident stride,
A few years later I would become his bride.
Not long after and to make life complete,
Came the endearing patter of tiny feet.
The first born was confident, bold and defiant;
The second more timid and less self-reliant;
The third came out kicking but now is so gentle;
The fourth\u2019s stomping step could drive anyone mental;
The fifth, well she pirouetted onto the scene,
Outnumbered by boys who can sometimes be mean.
As I lie here and listen as they pass by on tiles,
Their distinctive footsteps bring me nothing but smiles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n