Memories of you flash through my mind
with each passing day,
daily reminders of happiness,
during the days we used to play.
Each day missing you more and more
makes moving on a reluctant chore.
Hearing your laugh,
Seeing your smile,
it makes life all the more worth while.
But now that you’re gone
the joy has too run,
so until you return, life’s not as much fun.
So I’ll sit here, reminiscing of those days
waiting for you to come out and play
because hearing your laugh,
seeing your smile,
it makes life all the more worth while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet and sad. Good writing.