A trail of empty footsteps
all around is whiteness new
in those empty footsteps
are all my thoughts of you
In the softest flakes
that drift on breath to earth
I hear lilting whispers
reminding me of worth
Worth that can’t be measured
worth that won’t decrease
worth that’s my inheritance
it offers up release
As the empty footsteps
fill with weeping snow
again I am reminded
it’s you who truly know
Every longing fault
every triumph found
all mishandled
moments that abound
Before my earthly birth
before the turning age
you knew my entirety
including my backstage
No longer empty footsteps
we both are now abrim
tears of quiet gratitude
as I rims of puddles skim
© 2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
