Missing (Poem) 2002
As a father I’ve come to know
That kids are precious things.
And although we want to watch them grow
To see what life them brings,
We cannot always be there to see,
To share and to protect.
So God gave us that special gift
That now ‘n again we collect.
He calls it something just off target
When you try to give a clout.
It’s something dainty like a teacher
But one that doesn’t shout.
He calls it “Miss” ‘cause you thought of something
That seeing would make a “Hit”,
So when you think of something dear,
That feeling sinks in a bit.
Missing someone lets you know
There’s someone that you love.
Someone who you want to share
Each moment sent from above.
But all you can do is miss them more
And tell them when you do.
‘Cause how precious is that love together
When someone misses you.
So onward up this mountain-side
each and every day I climb
in a body that you gave to me
to feel how I miss you all the time.