Going through yellowed photographs
the red house by the prairie
where lavender dreams were made.
She remembers the days of love
of laughter that floated through the house
like colorful balloons.
He played the harp
and across the dusty floor
they danced their little dance.
You missed a note
she would say,
but he would grin
and continued to play
his bluegrass notes.
She remembers the day
when the rays of the sun
shone through the broken window
in the kitchen,
of the red house by the prairie.
He was sitting in the broken rocking chair
playing the familiar bluegrass notes.
You missed a note,
she turned to say,
but he did not grin
no more.
there he sat
frozen in time.
the harp no longer made a sound.
Gone were the days of bluegrass notes,
of life in the red house by the prairie.