“Missing You.” A poem of anticipation.

You were there, but I missed you.
A house filled with family, but I felt alone.

Today was your birthday, but it wasn’t.
So incredibly close to your mother, but impossibly far from me.

For a moment, we shared the same table, but why couldn’t I see you?
Your mom was thinking about me, but you stole my thoughts.

I don’t know your name, but I’m ready to be there for you.
I’ll hug you, hold you, protect you, but I can’t, not yet.

I’ve been ready for weeks, but you weren’t.
I thought I knew the day, but I didn’t.

I had a nice, convenient plan, but it wasn’t His.
I thought I needed you sooner, but He didn’t.

I’m finite, ignorant, and frail, but I trust another’s strength.
We’re living in different worlds, but doing the same thing.


About ryan85

A son, a brother, a husband, a father of eight, and a friend. A follower of Jesus Christ. A fan of the Seminoles and all teams Atlanta. I write, I read, and teach when I can. I prefer red pens. I'm easily distracted. I've lived in Augusta, GA, northern Minnesota, the beautiful western NC mountains, and Tallahassee, FL - Go 'Noles. I played football for FSU, was on the national championship team in 1999, and took a few snaps with the Pittsburgh Steelers. My favorite colors are fluorescent yellow, and Garnet & Gold. I drive a minivan and think it's cool.
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