Some Thing Is Missing. Part Two
I wake to a lonely cup of coffee to sounds of silence and fillings I can not shake,
I sit at my computer wanting to write how I fill and my fingers can't find the words,
at this time of the day I wake ready for the world thankful and blessed,
today I write some thing is missing to grasp what it is I'm filling for goodness sake,
then it hits me I know what it is...her words,
I miss them and this I confess,
no phone call away,
I remember without saying a word she knew,
praises from a mother...I no longer hear.
I never hear what she use to say...
and now I know the filling of missing her grew,
filling out of place because I'm here,
almost two years have past since I rested my knees by your side,
since I wiped away the dust from your head stone,
since I brought you flowers and asked how you been,
since I let the tears of missing you take a ride,
since I've gone home,
I really don't let others know I just let it flow from my pen,
I wonder what your doing now and do you know what I'm going through,
I wonder if your upset with me for not being there,
I wonder are you happy that I got my brothers and sister to visit,
I wonder do you miss me like I miss you?
years have past since we laid you to rest and your still my strength my reason for being
the reason I care
you still lift me up with those words you spoke so long ago and inside I fill it,
you still make me smile and I'm still trying to make you proud,
with a smile I found that some thing missing,
I know why I haven't been me,
I haven't took time I haven't looked to the clouds,
your miles and months away but home I'm coming,
and at your side is where I'll be.
Copyright © Michael Romero | Year Posted 2008
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