You aren't here.

In loving memory of my grandmother.

The sun rose this morning.

Birds sang, 

Children went to school,

But you weren't here.

I drank my morning coffee.

I fed the dog.

I watered the plants.

But you weren't here.

The wind rustled through the trees

as I sat on my front porch,

playing my ukulele with the dog at my feet.

But you weren't here.

Reviews

[Gray]

There is a silence that can't be filled when a loved one passes. This is nicely expressed. I like it and the emptiness it portrays.

[Nature]

Very simple yet conveying the message quite effectively. Amazing.

[Winslow Des Totes]

:( aw this is simple and sad but well written. I hope they realize what they missed out on before it's too late.

[J Todd Underhill]

Great write... I would love it if you shared a piece on our poetry radio show. World Poetry Open Mic tune in Fridays 8pm Mountain time at www.worldpoetryopenmic.net and you can call 720 240-9766 or use Skype ID: worldpoetryopenmic to share your words.

[Sarah Flanigan]

Thank you for telling me about that, I might just do that. :)