Footprints

Footprints on the sand

so many who walked the path

some hurried some leisurely stand

for some it may have been a warpath

wobbly tiny footprints forever imprinted in Mother's heart

holding those moments lest they fly away like snow flakes 

every wobble and she skipped a beat 

when they stood firmly there was an ache

footprints became firm but short shrift

Hour glass had started to tick

slower you went you cease to exist 

chasing each other footprints till our lives stick

Frozen in this eternal juncture as sun beamed tender 

Will my footprints be a legacy or lost in stolen time forever

 This is my first attempt at writing a sonnet!!