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Missing You
I surround myself with pictures
Some you made,
And some made of you
And I stretch across the wall of time
To touch you
If I could speak some magic words,
Would you return?
My ears play tricks--
Is that your laughter that I hear?
Your smile, so bravely shining on my walls--
Could it not warm my countenance once more?
Your eyes, so bright,
Which always glowed with pleasure--
Could they not gaze upon my own again?
But no, your lovely eyes are forfeit,
they shine in others' faces now
And view a work
That is no longer yours.
And parts of you are scattered
Far and wide
And bring new life to other mother's sons
And though I grieve,
I cherish, too, the thought
That part of you lives on,
Though hidden far from me
Written by Saralyn McAfee Smith
in memory of her son Robbie Smith
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