Almost daily
The little feet
Would patter their way
Through the snow
Almost daily
I could hear
The screeches of pain
And laughter commencing
Almost daily
I knew
That I would see her
Come up the steps
Bid me adieu
Almost daily
Those little feet
Would scamper away
And leave me
Alone
Almost daily
I would smile
Hug her tenderly
And watch
As she ran
Almost daily
I said good-bye
And cried as I watched
Her little feet
Grow smaller
Almost daily
I knew
I’d never see her again
The little feet
Would patter their way
Through the snow
Almost daily
I could hear
The screeches of pain
And laughter commencing
Almost daily
I knew
That I would see her
Come up the steps
Bid me adieu
Almost daily
Those little feet
Would scamper away
And leave me
Alone
Almost daily
I would smile
Hug her tenderly
And watch
As she ran
Almost daily
I said good-bye
And cried as I watched
Her little feet
Grow smaller
Almost daily
I knew
I’d never see her again
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.



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