Weekends Away Poem by CHARMAINE SIMPSON

I miss you when you are not here,
when i walk by your room i look in,
you are not there.
I miss you when i am sitting in the warm sun,
I dont see your smiling face playing in front of me.
I miss you when i feel like being silly,
you are not here to laugh with me.
I miss you when i feel sad,
I look for you to hug,
you are not here for me to cuddle.
I miss you because you are my life,
you are my love,
my everything,
my little boy!


2003