Remembrances

Footsteps in the house? There shouldn't be, not now, I've been alone so long. Paw prints on the carpet? I don't know why, the pups crossed the rainbow bridge so long ago. Baby steps on the hardwood? I think not, the kids are grown, grandkids grown no little ones here for so long now. Running, laughing, steps on the stairs? A game of hide and seek? No children here, and the house is one story, no steps here, haven't had a two-story for oh so long. The sounds get louder, the noise is deafening, I close my eyes and see them all clearly as I float, seeing my life, and I smile, as they cry.