What I Miss...

by Ashley M   Jun 4, 2005


I miss the way he was always there when I turned around.
I miss watching him and Niklynn play.
I miss it when he had tea parties with his Little Boo ( Shadoe ).
I miss the way he calls his boy.
I miss the way him and mom joke.
I miss him teasing me and asking how was your day.
But what I miss most is how he was always there to comfort us and cheer us up when we were blue.
I hope the time will fly and he will be back through that door soon.

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  • 19 years ago

    by angie A

    i liked this poem so much!