i miss your laugh <br /> <br />i miss your smile <br /> <br />the way we could sit <br /> <br />and talk for a while. <br /> <br />you were the life of the party <br /> <br />never missed a beat, <br /> <br />its a shame for those <br /> <br />you didn't get to greet, <br /> <br />since you were a man <br /> <br />many would feel lucky to meet. <br /> <br />christmas was never the same <br /> <br />your leave caused great pain. <br /> <br />If i had one gift, <br /> <br />was granted one christmas wish; <br /> <br />you're who id spend it with <br /> <br />so i could run and jump <br /> <br />into your arms <br /> <br />feel you stumble <br /> <br />cause your getting old <br /> <br />but thats a tale that won't be told. <br /> <br />christmas brings joy and delight <br /> <br />but i feel anger and spite <br /> <br />for losing you left a wound that won't heal <br /> <br />this is a pain that is just to real. <br /> <br />(Peter J. Raimondo Aug 28 1963- Sept 27 2007)<br /><br />Laura Raimondo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dad-184/
