by Karen Metcalf / (Karen Metcalf Copyright 2007)

I miss you in the window, soaking up the sun,

I miss you playing with your mouse, batting it all around,

I miss you performing somersaults over Pickles’ head,

I miss you chasing Tippy and beating her down the stairs,

I miss you playing with necklaces and carrying them all about,

I miss you giving me kisses with your little sandpaper tongue,

I miss everything about you, without you I’m in such despair,

I love you so my little one, may you rip and tear in Heaven,

And win over their hearts up there.