Tuesday, August 10, 2010

What I miss


                                                 
I miss my dad.
I miss cricket.
I miss playing cupball with my brother.
I miss puddles.
I miss kissing.
I miss the county fair.
I miss hearing The Christmas Story from the book of Luke on Christmas Eve,
I miss New Hire Mondays.
I miss cornfields.
I miss hearing the mandolin.
I miss long van trips with no air conditioning.
I miss Georgia backroads.
I miss sticky little hands.
I miss Stockholm.
I miss thunderstorms.
I miss Saturday mornings.
I miss Friday nights.
I miss being a part of.
I miss love.
I miss you.

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