A million things I miss about them
I lye in my bed at night, I don't hear a sound, not a faint noise or breathing, or sheets rustleing as they move in there bed. Not a door opens not a light is turned on, no sound of faint creaping around, no floorboards creaking, not even the sound of soft carpet being stood upon. Its like a massive rush going through my head, then I remember, what its like to be safe and secure. I felt that way when they were with me. And when I knew where they were and how they are, when I saw them every day. I was able to hold them, hear them feel them brush past me in a rush to go and play. To cuddle them wrapping my arms around them with love and feel there soft skin of there gentle little faces. To see them look at me with love and admeration the sparkle in there eyes, the way there little cheaks rase when they smile. I love them so much I can hardly bare not to be with them. When there here its all OK, and then I have to take them home and it starts all over again. I have considered the easy option but love them too much so I am stuck in this painful cycle called life. To my kids, I miss you more than you will ever know. I love you enough to die for you, there is nothing I won't do for you. All my love always Dad