Not Here
I look at your bed, made nice and neat.
Blankets and pillows cleaned, yet their empty. Nothing in it, no arms, no feet.
Your clothes all folded, no dirty ones to be washed,
No clean ones to be worn, for you
Not here with me.
Your toys and books all put away!
Your just not here to play
Today.
Your empty plates sit at the table,
I can’t eat without you, I’m
Just not able.
No kids here tonight to tuck into bed. No
Goodnight kiss to give on your
Head.
I hope my loves are tucked all nice and tight
And think of mommy threw out the
Night.
Copyright © Linn Forzano | Year Posted 2010
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