When she’s gone
You won’t be able to hear her voice
Feel her touch
Smell her scent
You won’t be able to sit with her and talk about your dreams
and talk about your fears
You won’t have another chance to hear her laughter
Or all that noise in the kitchen
You can’t tell her to be quiet
When she sings too loud
You won’t feel her presence, as she quietly sits at the end of your bed, as you sleep
or slowly open your door a crack, just to get a glance of you
She won’t wave at you from the front door or by the windowpane, as you back out of the driveway
You won’t feel her fingers caress your arm as you walk by
So take time to know her
Have patience with her
Spend time with her
Remember as you grow older, she does too
Because one day, you will miss all this
When she’s gone
