i watch my niece take newly learned steps through the halls of the nursing home her parents work at. death cannot touch her. "it's sad how many empty rooms there are here, i remember when they were full." one day these voices won't echo. innocence is bliss & i've watched it walk those now silent halls in baby shoes.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
i watch my niece take newly learned steps through the halls of the nursing home her parents work at. death cannot touch her. "it's sad how many empty rooms there are here, i remember when they were full." one day these voices won't echo. innocence is bliss & i've watched it walk those now silent halls in baby shoes.
