Thinking Of You Poem by Danielle Bush

As I lie awake in bed
And I try to clear my head,
I think of you
And the things we used to do.

As the many years go by
And I watch great soldiers die,
I think of you
And the things we used to do.

As my days grow dark
And misery eats at me like a shark,
I think of you
And the things we used to do.

Well... I guess what I'm trying to say
Is that each and every day
As I do the things I do,
I'm only thinking of you.

In memory of my grandfather, Lee E. Bush, Sr.