Dancing Through the Years

These floors still hold echos and they creak when I walk and the room where you slept still holds your every thought. And I sit in my chair in the room down the hall remembering the laughter in the pictures on the wall. But you've gone and grown up and this house is an empty shell covered over and forgotten like old dried up well. I hope that you've taken me with you in a memory or two, under those big city lights that keep calling to you. Last night I slept in the T-shirt you made on my birthday and I dreamed of the games and the places we played. I saw my little girl with wild, curly hair smiling and jumping and flying through the air. Your eyes were shining and your voice filled my ears and saw a little lady dance away through the years. I played your guitar and I heard your sweet voice singing the songs that we wrote and the songs that you loved. I awoke in my bed with tears in my eyes just like I did yesterday and the day we said goodbye. And I walked past you room as I left the house for the day and I paused in a memory to watch a little girl play.