When do I miss you?
I miss you in my dreams, I search for you futilely and desperately But I can never find you, my son. I miss you when the dreams wake me In cold sweats. I miss you at the crack of dawn When you should be snuggling against me, And search for comfort and my love. I miss you first thing in the morning. The house is too quiet Without what you should have been. Without your presence, Without your giggles, Without your joy. I miss you when I work, I work with so many lovely little boys. And I always wonder How you would have looked, And how you would have been. Would you have been shy or gregariously loud? Would you have liked Maths? Would you have loved story books like Emma? Would you have liked trucks or trains? Yoghurt or apples or rice? I miss you when I sit quietly for lunch Back home. I imagine you being with me. I remember you playing under your baby gym This time last year. I can …