Today my thoughts are running through our first house

They pitter patter like tiny feet running out the front door

Free from the fenced in backyard

Spilling into the open grass and down the sidewalk

To the driveway where she ran to her Daddy’s car

“I went to the mouse hole,” he said on special days

Spilling a few sweet treats into her open little hands

Memories like this are fenced in the backyard of my mind

And today chase me out the front door

Where we wait for Daddy to come home

Helplessly Hoping by Crosby, Stills & Nash