I thought that I'd be way up there,
looking from afar.
I thought you'd look like little ants,
but it's not like that so far.

I'm standing right here next to you,
watching while you read.
I wish that I could speak to you,
the one thing that I need.

I saw you at my funeral,
I cried, you looked so sad.
I suppose that is a compliment,
but it made me feel real bad.

I miss you heaps and that's for sure
and wish that you were here.
When memories fade, remember this -
I always will be near.

©Elanor Maud 2000 

This poem was published by the International Library of Poetry in 1998, in a book called The Liquid Mirror. For more information, contact www.poetry.com

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