I lay awake in Grandma’s bed that night,
With thoughts of you disturbing my restful sleep, quite.
Every moment we shared, in love’s bountiful flow,
I missed you, I missed you, oh how you should know!
Times of laughter, banter, and jest,
Times of comfort, solace, and rest.
I missed the times, oh so many,
In you, I found a friend, unlike any.
I pondered about how, in their lifetime,
My children would not taste your love so divine.
Again, I sighed and I missed you,
Your absence, oh it agonized, like a wound so new.
I meditated on our times, so free and wild,
Swinging in the yard, like an innocent child.
You weren’t here, and I missed you,
Our memories, like a lullaby, so soft, so mild.
Now, as I trudge along this path of life,
Zigzagging through its surprises, its strife.
Without your guidance, oh I miss you,
I wish you were here to kill this rife.
Now, as I tackle the day’s gruelling grind,
Without your patience, I feel blind.
Oh, how I miss you, your calming presence,
In its absence, no peace I find.
Now, as each hour goes ticking by,
Without your wisdom, I can’t lie.
Oh, I miss you, I miss you!
Like the drought-stricken earth,
