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Morning Footsteps

By Karrie Stiteler


Morning footsteps.

Awaken the dawn. Moving down

The stairs, like the pounding of a steady drum.


Morning footsteps.

Here they come! Searching for

The one who welcomes warm morning hugs.


Morning footsteps disappear.

Lifting my eyes from morning prayer,

I see my daughter smiling, waiting to be embraced.


Opening my arms, morning footsteps come near.

How precious they are,

Like the sound of my beating heart.

Dedicated to my three children, whose feet I hear coming down the stairs every morning, remind me that I am blessed beyond measure.

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