I miss her...
Her kind smile...
Her fond words...
Her jokes...
I miss everything about her.
Her eyes, rolled every so often
The way she used them
To look at me
Like things I did meant something.
What I would give to see those eyes again
To talk about the philosophies of life
With pauses for necessary sarcastic commentary
And her laugh...
What I would give to hear that laugh again
She grows each day
In superb magnificance
And to think that perhaps I had a hand in that brilliance...
That beauty...
It makes me feel
That maybe,
Just maybe...
I might have accomplished something worth doing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem