Little Short Poems

I Miss You [7-10-11]

Although you are still young,

whenever our eyes meet,

I feel a connection.

A family connection.

Although you are but a baby,

I feel that,

when you look  to my eyes

as i do to yours,

you can see how much joy and happiness you give me.

I enjoy the little games

we play.

I enjoy the nonsense talks we speak.

I enjoy hearing you talk and shout.

Even if it hurts my ears.

You bring such joy into my life.

I love you with all of me.

Oh why must you stay

as quick as you go?

Oh why not stay a little

bit longer.

When you leave,

I feel all the joy in the world

being sucked out of me as you

bring it with you.

That moment when you and i

part ways,  I look at you one

last time as you do too.

As i fight the urge to cry,

You fight the urge to call my name.

I sing to you,

the songs that contain words

I can't say out loud.

I love it when you hold my hand,

I love it when you let me carry you.

I love it when you call my name. 

But I hate when you let it go.

I hate when you want to walk.

I hate when you call me, only to know,

It'll be the last time, till then. 

I miss you, My dear.

till then,

We will play soon again.