What I Miss The Most

What I Miss The Most

A Poem by Lindsey

I’m walking outside of my room,

And I see lights string around the stair rail.

Remember when you used those?

I would help you set them up,

And we would laugh whenever we made a mistake.

I miss those days….

I’m walking down to the bottom of the stairs,

I see decorations on the shelves and a big Christmas tree at the bottom.

Remember when this was your tree? And you had little decorations on those shelves too?

We would all go over on Christmas Eve and put the final ornaments on the tree.

We would always make sure to stop and look at the little decorations you took such care to place.

I miss those days….

I’m walking into the living room and I can smell the pumpkin bread, and hear the crackling of the fire. It feels like everything is peaceful.

Remember when your house would feel that way?

We would all play games by the fire, and eat the little treats you would make for us with the biggest smiles.

I miss those days….

I’m walking out into the front yard and I feel the crisp air and see all the beautiful lights.

Remember when we watched them at your house?

We would sand in the cool air and share thoughts and feelings while blamelessly listening and watching the lights.

I miss those days….

I miss you,

I wish you were still here on these special Christmas days,

I wish you could still be here to see me grow up,

To be proud of me like you always were.

I miss your warm embraces of love,

I miss the way you would smile at me just the rite way to make every little thing alright.

I miss being able to tell you everything.

I miss feeling like a family because you were here,

I miss the strong faith I always envied you had,

But what I miss most of all,

Is when you were alive before you got sick.

I just wish I could bring you back to me,

Because I need you.

I just need the warm embraces and smiles I used to always love,

From my most amazing Grand mother Nana.

I miss You.

© 2011 Lindsey


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This is a poem about my Grandmother.

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Lindsey
Lindsey

San Antonio, TX



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