These are My Footprints

By Christine Russo

This is a poem that was given to us in the hospital we gave birth at with our angel Gianna. The poem below is now framed in her special 'cubby'. The cubby holds gifts that were given to us for Gianna while we carried her and after she passed. Included is a beautiful blanket with her name engraved, dried flowers from her memorial, a beautiful blown up picture of her fingers grasping mine in a beautiful, custom made frame with ruffles and sparkles (very girly), and a plethora of other beautiful, thoughtful gifts for our girl.

This particular poem means so much to me because even though her precious, perfect feet never touched the ground, she is always with us. She is with us in so many ways every single day. ❤️

These are My Footprints

These are my footprints, so perfect and so small. 

These tiny footprints, never touched the ground at all.

Not one tiny footprint, for now I have my wings. 

These tiny footprints were meant for other things.

You will hear my tiny footprints, in the patter of the rain. 

Gentle drops like angels tears, of joy and not from pain.

You will see my tiny footprints, in each butterflies' lazy dance. 

I'll let you know I'm with you, if you give me just a chance.

You will see my tiny footprints, in the rustle of the leaves. 

I will whisper names into the wind, 
and call each one that grieves.

Most of all, these tiny footprints, are found in mommy and daddy's  heart, cause even though I'm gone now, we'll never truly part.
~unknown

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Christine Russo is a wife to an amazing, supportive husband, and a mommy to Angel Gianna Marie, her first and only child. She carried Gianna after receiving a fatal diagnosis halfway into her pregnancy. Through the love and spirit of their special daughter, who means the world to them, they wish to help support other families who have to say goodbye to a piece of their heart.