I miss your laughter, fun, and gentleness.
I miss the things I used to do for you.
I miss the time, now filled with emptiness,
When each day was a stage for something new.
I miss your love, though mine for you remains,
A passion with no outlet to the sea,
A teardrop in a desert, that contains
What's left of my maternal ecstasy.
I miss your presence, like a silent chord
That anchored even solitude in grace.
I miss, for my love's labor, the reward
Of seeing some small pleasure in your face.
All these I miss, and yet they are all here
Within my heart, far more than I can bear.
Nicholas Gordon ©
My Angel in the Sky
Each day I look to heaven,
each day I call your name.
Each day just feels so different,
It hasn’t been the same.
Each day I always question,
I often wonder why?
You had to go away from me,
My Angel in the sky.
I keep you in my memories,
since we’ve been apart,
and I’ll always have a part of you
locked safely in my heart.