I Miss her all the time,
Her tender body clung to mine,
With tear dew'd eyes, her looking at me,
Her soft, slender fingers poking my tummy.
Before going, she sang her songs
Through her cries for love.
When I sang my childhood rhymes
The goddess of sleep descended from above.
She has left my home with her parents,
For their own home in town,
My home is now empty without her,
Though she was our tiniest member.
You have disarmed us all. It is such a lovely poem. We can empathize with you missing her joyful presence. Before going, she sang her songs / Through her cries for love / My home is now empty without her / Though she was our tiniest member.
@Sandra Feldman, Thanks for appreciating this poem so beautifully! Much inspired.
@Rajnish Manga, Thanks a lot for your appreciative comments on my poem. That leaves me much inspired.
Just the silence I imagine and no baby belongings around would be difficult. A baby is so much joy to watch. Expressed beautifully. Thank You
@Jeannette Heywood, Thanks for reading my poem and commenting on it. I am much inspired.
This is a very touching poem. Your little grand daughter will cherish this when she is older.
@Lyn Paul Thanks a lot for reading my poem and sharing your thoughts. Now that I have a granddaughter to be around with, a home without a baby in it would seem a barren desert. Much appreciate your comment.
@Kim Barney, Thanks for reading my poem and sharing your thoughts. She is my only grandchild, about six months old now. The immense love and affection that I feel for her, I didn't feel for my three children. I am glad that my feelings expressed through this poem have touched other hearts across the globe.
Very touching. I haven't seen any of my seventeen grandchildren for over a year now, and I do miss them. Thanks for sharing this with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How very sweet and tender, Sensitive hearts to this poem, Will without a doubt surrender. Loved it.!