As I sit here biting my nails, I think of you; alone in your hotel room
As I sit here drinking my tea, I think of you; playing your piano
As I sit here staring at the crumbs of my cookie, I think of you; feeding your fish
As I sit here tapping on my keyboard, I think of you; savouring a glass of red wine
As I sit here in the quiet of night, I think of you; miles across the ocean
As I sit here looking at photos of my children, I think of you; playing with us (your children)
I miss you all so much that sometimes it’s hard to breathe
I love you all so much that sometimes my heart heaves
But with laboured breath and a heavy heart
I still feel blessed for the beautiful family of which I am part.
Katzrambles 