Missing You

Missing the sound of your whimsical laughter
as I run playfully after
you through the towering wildflower meadow.

Missing the smile which quickly appears
after my gentle kiss washes the tears
from your streaked angelic face.

Missing the snuggle time reading a book
while watching your eyes hungrily look
at the fantasy appearing before you.

Missing the feel of your soft gentle touch
and my good morning kiss and wanting so much
to brush against your silky skin.

Missing your voice as you moan and complain
as I try so hard to diplomatically explain
why you cannot perform such a dangerous deed.

Missing the stopping of my heart when I see
you "trick jump" your bike in front of me,
narrowly escaping harm.

Missing the schedules of practices and games
as we hurry to and from the countless names
of sports and activities you have come to adore.

Missing our mornings as we aimlessly walk
through the park and confidently talk
about our hopes and wants and dreams.

Missing the door chimes as your streams of friends
come visiting, with a flow that never ends
into your room to chatter and laugh.

Missing the phone which constantly rings
off the wall only to find that it brings
another call for my little one.

Missing the negatives I hear you express
at the orders I give about changing your dress
to something a little more "suitable."

Missing the day that I hear you say "Hi!"
and "I love you!" and until then I cry
and await to find all that I am missing