I reckon I miss you
and I probably always will
This is so hard to get over
like swallowing a bitter pill
I reckon I shouldn't be crying
because this is not how you'd want it to be
knowing you're in your eternal home
now singing with glee
I reckon you are looking down on us
probably proud of us all
you always told me how God would hold me
and never let me fall
I reckon I have to get through this
I must try to be strong
on the outside you can't tell it
but on the inside something is very wrong
I reckon I'll be sad for a while
but soon I'll realize I'll see you one day up there
don't think I stopped missing you
don't think I don't care
We've had so many good times
tons of laughs as well
The memories are all coming back to me now
like a wonderful spell
Girlie, I hope you know
you will be missed a lot
You were loved by so many
You'll never be forgotten!!
Remembering Dead Aunt
My aunt just died a week ago. Thank you for your poem. It hasn't been easy. Your poem made me feel better.
I Reckon
Published by Family Friend Poems January 2008 with permission of the Author.
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