I think of your small body wrapped in my arms of the hands that caressed your hair and I miss you.
I think of evenings in front of a fire of hot chicken soup now gone cold and I miss you.
I think of you bravely waving good bye of the way you walked out of my sight and I miss you.
I think of lessons you have taught me of the promises I keep ... and I miss you.
How could fate have separated us ?
How could you just go away ?
I think of you and miss you.
