They say some things never change and maybe I could agree if I didn't see your face In my my dreams you stay the same And so do I still only a child with a small hand that fits in yours So well I can see the smile you saved for me And only me can hear your whistle that sounded like birdsong. The sameness is a gift and it is sadness Wondering if your hands are still strong and where I belong in your dreams. -Lisa Heggen Carr