I know how it feels to be all a lone, going crazy missing you and just wanting to know,
Missing those little hands, and missing how we use to play in the sand,
I wish you three were here with mommy and daddy now, so I can hold you and tuck you three in at night,
Mommy misses all those breath takers, and I miss buying you you're favorite sneakers,
I want you here with me so bad so I know you are safe, I love you three so much, I miss saying grace at night,
I love all three of you so much I think about you all the time, and mommy misses reading you you're favorite stories,
I love you three with all my heart and soul, and it's killing me that we have to be apart...
Written By
Shirley A Loftis
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