Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Thoughts of You

I thought of you today
But quickly, before my
eyes teared up
I tried to stop

I don't want to cry
for things I cannot change
I don't want
to cry for you

I miss you, though
I think of you often
I see your smile
I hear your laugh

I wonder what
You'd be like, now
All grown up
maybe married

Would you have children
Would we visit
Would you love
the God I love

At least you are safe
I know where you are
But I still miss you
And yes, I still cry

I dedicate this poem to my nephews who went to be with their Lord at ages 18 and 24.
I'll never forget you.
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