The little girl smiled,

and said she likes dancing,

even though I’m a child,

I also like singing…,

I was taught by my grandma,

how to dance and sing,

she was my singing star,

and she taught me everything…,

She always said to me,

singing is a gift and an art,

its a gift from God you see,

and he puts it in your heart…,

My grandma use to live,

in that house behind that door,

the door that you pointed to,

but she dont live there anymore…,

She moved away long ago,

just my mom and I live here,

my father I do not know,

and for him my mom does not care…

Tears swelled up in the old mans eyes,

bowed his head like he was praying,

they didnt even say any goodbyes,

that voice was gone so was her singing…,

The little girl looked at the old man,

he looked like he’d come to his end,

she gently took his hand,

and said I’d like to be your friend…,

She could see his pain,

and said I can sing for you,

I know all her songs I do,

and you can dance again………..to be continued…..