Little White House

Goodbye yellow walls
I’m peeling my pictures off you
Running my fingers by you one last time
I laughed and I cried in your corner
Mama cradled me in this room
And as soon as I could stand she penciled every inch I grew
Goodbye
Goodbye hardwood floor
I danced many dances on you
Went from little girl Mary Janes, to sneakers for soccer games and high heels
on saturday nights
Goodbye
Swinging from the oak tree
Running through the yard
My first kiss on the front porch
Driving my first car
There are memories in these floor boards
Deep within the walls
Even when we’re gone, they’ll still echo through these halls
Goodbye Little White House
I dreamt all my dreams inside you
Some went astray, some faded away and some came true
The man I waited for is standing at the door and he found us a place to call
home
A Little White House of our own