Not My Choice Poem by Ray Hansell

I miss your pretty face
As it looked toward me
I miss that warming touch
As gentle as can be

I miss the wonderful lady
Who filled my life with joy
I'm sad as a child
Who lost their favorite toy

For I cannot see you
I cannot hear your voice
I miss you more each day
Because this was not my choice

I so much need to hold you
To feel your heart beat with mine
I so much want to hold you
If only for just one last time


8-6-09/RjH