Don't think for one minute I don't miss you, <br />because you know Momma, <br />I truly do. <br /> <br />I look at your picture and just stare, <br />knowing that I am here and you are up there, <br />my world seems so desolate, boring, and bare, <br />no other up and coming friendship will never ever have <br />the chance to compare. <br /> <br />Many times within the day I fight off being sad, <br />I focus and remember all the outstanding <br />fun times you and I had, <br />you completed so many thoughtful gestures <br />that sure made me awfully glad, <br />are you happy to be reunited with Daddy, <br />and your Mom and Dad? <br /> <br />The holidays just aren't the same, <br />I suppose they never will be, <br />if there was an 1-800 number to heaven, <br />you'd surely be getting a call everyday from me. <br /> <br />I love and miss you dearly Mom, <br />your little girl, <br />Linda<br /><br />Linda I. Weischedel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1-800-number-2-heaven/
