I Miss You
I miss you when the sun shines
for you're not seen beneath it's glow
I miss you when the phone rings
and your name is not on show,
I miss you every evening,
when I rest my weary head,
I miss you every day since you've
not been beside me in my bed.
Yes I miss you for the world
has now turned so many times,
Yes I miss you when my mind aches
from the pain that often blinds,
Yes I miss you even when I
do not cry your name out loud
Yes I miss you my dear departed
but yet I always will be proud.
I'll be proud to tell folk stories,
of the years we were so closely bound
I'll be proud to tell our children,
of the love that we had found,
I'll be proud to show your pictures
to anyone with the time to dwell,
I'll be proud to show the poems
that I once wrote for you as well.
And in the final days when I do falter
as my end comes to take me on to you,
I know that then I'll miss you no more,
for as I leave you'll be in view....
©Rhumour
March 3rd 2011
Noetic-fret!
Sat 12th Mar 2011 11:06
aye Dave, this is a nice poem. So simple, but generating so much warmth.
Nice one
mike