Walking the path so often taken.

I see the prints of my journey last.

Looking closer I see yet a smaller one inset of mine.

Standing straight and looking about.

in the distance I hear a shout.

As it echoes thru the trees,

it is my name that bounces from the them.

Squinting,trying to see.

I begin to walk oncemore,

looking to the ground never more.

but forward down the path

Reaching the place the echose came.

All is vacant and silent once more.

Slowly looking to the ground,the smallest prints are

again gone.

All that remains is your memory.

Oh yes and that little scar in the tree that reads,

"I love you Daddy"