Morning glow of the un-risen sun
Sounds in the whir of white plastic blades
Empty beside me, nothing to say.
Bleak of the walls stares down to my face.
Too long without you, the time doesn’t pass
Thoughts of the games and the days that we have.
Love you as always, miss your little smiles
Want to hear my little man’s talk and see the funny way he walks.
I hope you know I love you all the same
In every little, quirky old way.