Missing you is like a summer with no sun, or an autumn without its coloured leaves
Your chair sits empty, I expect to see you sat smiling but you’re no longer here
Next Boxing Day there will be a part missing; like a vital piece of a jigsaw, or an empty square in a crossword. You won’t be there.
Most days I think about you, spare a thought for you or recall a precious memory; one which I will cherish in my heart forever.
I hope you’re content in your little section of heaven, or wherever your free spirit lies.
-Grandma, I miss you.
©Sophie Bowns 2011-2014