Just miss you warm touch. Your hugs. You used to ask me to sit next to u, and i was little enough to put my head on your tummy.
I miss the way u call me, and reach out for my hand to sit me down next to u.
I miss eating lunches with you.
I miss waking u up from your naps. I would slowly call your name, or touch your hand to wake you. I sometimes kissed your cheek. And you would open your eyes.
I miss holding your hand when u were walking. Your hand was warm and rough. But I loved the way it felt.
I miss you. I just miss you. And i cant do anything. And I never can.
posted by lynn @ 2:16 PM
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