{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Acast","provider_url":"https://acast.com","height":250,"width":700,"html":"<iframe src=\"https://embed.acast.com/$/61d38ac240b3c90013a96a94/62951867da6c6a0012590026?\" frameBorder=\"0\" width=\"700\" height=\"250\"></iframe>","title":"These are my footprints ( Poetry, Grief)","thumbnail_width":200,"thumbnail_height":200,"thumbnail_url":"https://open-images.acast.com/shows/undefined/1641252525536-86febc9ec9c6402a6f4159c8a9d3b937.jpeg?height=200","description":"<h2>These are my footprints</h2><p>These are my footprints, so perfect and so small. </p><p>These tiny footprints, never touched the ground at all.</p><p>Not one tiny footprint, for now I have my wings. </p><p>These tiny footprints were meant for other things.</p><p>You will hear my tiny footprints, in the patter of the rain.</p><p>Gentle drops like angels tears, of joy and not from pain.</p><p>You will see my tiny footprints, in each butterflies' lazy dance.</p><p>I'll let you know I'm with you, if you give me just a chance.</p><p>You will see my tiny footprints, in the rustle of the leaves.</p><p>I will whisper names into the wind, and call each one that grieves.</p><p>Most of all, these tiny footprints, are found in mummy's heart,</p><p>'cause even though I'm gone now, we'll never truly part.\"</p>","author_name":"TheWanderingPaddy James Mooney"}