Missing my boy

Your momma took up and left me

800 miles away

I still cry every night

Like on that sad day

I miss you

Every moment of every single day.

I ’ve got 11 years of memories

Running inside of me

But the things I’ll miss most

Are the memories I’ll never get to see.

Never got the chance to help you

Get ready for a dance

Never got the time to tell

How to date and romance

A million lessons lost

And I’ll never know the cost

Two things I need to say to you

don’t do some things

That I used to

And I meant every single I love you

The school bus stops where it always used to

I still search the children’s faces

Hoping one of them is you

The miracle I hope for still hasn’t come true.

I take myself to bed

Then I cry myself to sleep

Remembering when the storms would awake you

And into my room you would sneak

And close those little eyes

It gave you and me peace of mind

God I wish for that

Just one more time.

Bub, I miss you

And without you

My life doesn’t know what to do.

Reviews

[Kirby Lund]

I liked the content of this poem a lot--Like Freeman said before me, very straight forward. It actually gives the reader a sense of being talked down to, like a child--you use really simply language that reinforces that notion. As far as the rhyming goes, I don't really think it adds that much to the meaning of your poem; I just found it distracting as I was reading it, and I kept stumbling over some of the lines. It just seemed really forced. Still, a well written, well though out poem.

[A.R. Freeman]

Wow, strong words and very straight-forward