What I Missed
I miss my daughter coming up to me with a pink plastic cup
And saying it is “Tea time”.
I miss her pointing to pictures in books saying; “She’s happy”, “She’s saaad.”
I miss putting up her strawberry red hair
I miss kissing her chubby cheeks
I miss my little echo; she’d repeat whatever I say
It’s been a quiet lonely couple of months
I’ve cried
And I’ve tried
To distract myself from this nightmare of a reality
I miss my son’s beautiful smile
To me he has the best
I miss those moments we had
Snowball fights
Playing Spiderman v.s Doc Ock
I miss watching him climb
That boy could climb anything
I miss his amazing amount of energy
From the moment he woke to when he goes to sleep
I miss my little man, my little helper that did what he could when he can
As I wait for all this to end
I’ve tried to sleep it all away
A broken hearted mother within
Longing for their return
Just waiting for that day
Copyright © 2010 By Pooks
I miss my daughter coming up to me with a pink plastic cup
And saying it is “Tea time”.
I miss her pointing to pictures in books saying; “She’s happy”, “She’s saaad.”
I miss putting up her strawberry red hair
I miss kissing her chubby cheeks
I miss my little echo; she’d repeat whatever I say
It’s been a quiet lonely couple of months
I’ve cried
And I’ve tried
To distract myself from this nightmare of a reality
I miss my son’s beautiful smile
To me he has the best
I miss those moments we had
Snowball fights
Playing Spiderman v.s Doc Ock
I miss watching him climb
That boy could climb anything
I miss his amazing amount of energy
From the moment he woke to when he goes to sleep
I miss my little man, my little helper that did what he could when he can
As I wait for all this to end
I’ve tried to sleep it all away
A broken hearted mother within
Longing for their return
Just waiting for that day
Copyright © 2010 By Pooks
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