Everyday, in every way, I think about
you more. It's a constant ache, in my
heart and life, at times, becomes a
great big, bore! It's terrible to miss
someone, the way, that I miss you!
And to know, you're gone from my
life, is awfully hard, to get use to. I'd
give anything, just to hear your voice
and feel, the touch of your hand. To
sit with you and talk to you, that to me,
would be so grand! It's very hard, to
be apart, for so many years. When
you were around, I have to say, you
calmed, many of my fears! Now,
there's this emptiness I feel, deep
down inside. But I guess whatever
I do, I can never, cast it, aside! So if
I think about you, everyday in every
way. It's because dad, I still love you,
what more, can I say! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem