Sounds of a Six-Year-Old

I hear footsteps upstairs 

Sometimes soft and light 

Sometimes determined and unstoppable 

Her voice mimics her steps 

Most often soft and light like dandelions  

blowing in the breeze 

Sometimes the little voice is harsh and cracking. 

It’s hearing the tears that break me 

The tears pierce my heart like shards of glass 

The door is open and I hear the music of her voice and footsteps 

The door is closed and the music of her voice and footsteps rains down through the vents 

Each word brought forth from the soul of a six- year-old.