The echo of my footsteps
As I walk past the porch,
The creaking of the rocker
As the breeze gives it a life.
Tell me a story cvhair,
Of all that you have seen:
Boys and girls on their bikes,
An old man and his walker.
Up a tree runs a cat,
Chased by Tommy's dog.
She rocks and has a smile
As neighbors go by and wave.
She sits in her rocker and
Watches she roses bloom.
Someday I will stop my walk
And take a minute to visit with her.
Today as I take my walk
I will stop and say hello.
There's the echo of my footsteps
As I pass her empty chair.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 11:04 AM UTC
The echo of my footsteps
As I walk past the porch,
The creaking of the rocker
As the breeze gives it a life.
Tell me a story cvhair,
Of all that you have seen:
Boys and girls on their bikes,
An old man and his walker.
Up a tree runs a cat,
Chased by Tommy's dog.
She rocks and has a smile
As neighbors go by and wave.
She sits in her rocker and
Watches she roses bloom.
Someday I will stop my walk
And take a minute to visit with her.
Today as I take my walk
I will stop and say hello.
There's the echo of my footsteps
As I pass her empty chair.
You have today, you have this moment. Tomorrow is not guaranteed to anybody so don't wait.