Will They Still Miss Me
When I was born, with eyes of blue, and very soft hair.
My Mom and Dad loved me, and hugged me,
and tossed me into the air.
They held me up for all to see,
My Mom and Dad really loved me.
I just wondered if someone took me,
On my way to school,Or on my way to the pool.
What if on vacation at a lake,
Or on a boat way out at sea.
Would they really miss me?
When we go to the store,And, I hide in the clothes.
Or, at night when I start counting sheep,
and, just when I fall asleep and don’t wake up.
I just wonder if they would miss me?
When I grow up
And, stay out real late.
When I meet that special someone,
And, go on my first date.
I just wonder will they still miss me?
Just when it seems everything is clear.
I meet my sweetheart or dear.
Then we get married and move away.
Will they still miss me in that same way?
When we have kids that are,
our very own.
Will their hearts bleed, or turn to stone?
That is when I wonder will they still miss me?
Who will help me
when I stumble and fall.
When my parents are out of sight
every day and every night.
When I am sick and very old,
And I can’t, take care of myself when it is cold.
Who will push me till the end?
Will they remember me when I am gone?
But most of all will they still miss me?
Harold Therault 11-15-2007
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