Little Writings From A Little Person

Wishing You Were Still Here

I stand in the lush green yard of mine,

Staring up at the admiral blue of the night sky that's dusted by the silver twinkle of the stars,

As well as the pale glow of moonlight,

Just thinking of you.

I see you as one of those little shiny specs;

You're just as beautiful as one.

Now you are one.

Although you've made your new home in the sky,

I still wish you were here,

Here on the soil I stand on.

Here with me.