06/10/2026
“Missing You While I Hold You”
Your sisters run through the sprinkler
laughing as summer emerges
Four grassy, wet feet
There should be six
We sit at the dinner table
passing food, enjoying a meal
Four messy hands
There should be six
Jumping, running, skipping away
But no first steps or wobbly legs
Four little legs dance through the day
There should be six
So many words I hear all day
No mama, no dada
Two little voices fighting to be heard
There should be three
I hold you, yet I miss you
The version of you I should know
The dirty feet I should be wiping
The messy hands I should be cleaning
The sweet first words I should be hearing
I bounce, I rock, I care, I clean
All for you
But I miss the you I don’t know yet