Rook Boucher-Richardson
In loving memory of our beloved infant son who passed away April 14, 2019.
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 wings.
These tiny footprints were meant
For other things.
You will hear my tiny footprints,
In the patter of the rain.
Gentle drops like angel’s 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 just give me the 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 on your hearts,
‘Cause even though I’m gone now,
We’ll never truly part.  

Happy Angelversary, Rook.  Loved and missed everyday by so many.
Forever, Love mum and dad