I've become a shadow stretching out longer and longer behind my beloved girls...as they run ahead towards dreams that will become the realities they searched for.
I still hear the echoes of their childhood laughter wafting back to me in the breeze. Years go by, and I fade away ...remembering those two silhouettes in the moonlight through the trees.
The tears roll when I go back *home* to a place where there are no more tiny daughter voices from down the hall.
Just pictures of memories on the wall...