Prayers

"I pray that you are happy,

as happy as can be.

I often wake up worrying, 

that you're crying out for me."

Quoted from Still Standing's Poetry Sunday

Always in that piece of my heart that left with you, a burning lonely ache. I miss you.

Eyes adoring big sister Addison, little brother Silas and the life that radiates in their smiles. I miss you.

Hugs, kisses, first days of school, bedtime stories, secrets, fingerpaints, bubble baths. I miss you.

Arms that hug, fingers that tickle, ears that hear joyous squeals and late night cries. I miss you.

For that hospital bed, that silence, that tiny urn, they are not the end of you, only the beginning of a life without you. I miss you.