I Miss…..

I miss the leaves on the trees.

I miss the smell of fresh mown grass.

It seems like it has been so long.

But it has only been a few months past.

Our times have become twisted races.

Our days but scattered wishes veiled by smoke.

I miss so much, but Leah, oh sweet Leah I miss the most.

For when I slumber; when I succumb to the calling of my night.

My Leah is rested; her sleep already secured and the day is shining bright.

Our talk has become scribbled words left on paper lying around.

Our hellos are goodnights; God bless and sleep sweet and sound.

Yes, I miss the leaves on the trees.

But what I miss the most is everything to me.

I miss Leah, my most precious gift of all things.

For when I look into her eyes; sweet joy she brings.

I miss you baby…I miss you so much.

I hope you read this when you get up.

J. Allen Wilson © 3/2008