You could never measure how much I miss you

By the girth of a Tingle tree

Or how much my pride in you swelled my heart

By the depth of the deepest sea

 

You could never imagine how much I loved the times

We spent the afternoon laughing and talking

Or the times we watched as your kids played—

You know, I swear I could see their legs growing

 

Yes, I miss our times, you know I do

I know the sadness you hold deep inside

And please know I’ll never leave you

I know your sorrow – Son, I know you’ve cried

 

So when you think of me today

As you do most every day

Just know, my son, I love you more

Than a million words could ever say

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    From departed Father to Son

My name is Sharon Cunningham and I would love to live in a stress-free world of love and joy. I live there when I write! When I’m not writing, I live where you live: on the outskirts of Nirvana! I’m a daughter, a sister, a mother, a wife and a grandmother, and I cherish every role I’ve been blessed with. During the day I’m a paralegal. The rest of the time, I’m a grounded dreamer. I try to not so much write a poem, rather to allow a poem to write itself. My desire is that my writings create a window in our serious and stressful day that allows you and I a brief moment of sharing in an expression of the joie de vivre, love of life.

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