What I Really Want To Say
There are some things I want to say.
But I feel it is not the time to tell you.
I have allowed the Lord to guide my
words that I leave on your machine
each Monday morning. I don't know
if you even listen to them, but I do
pray that you receive them.
Between the prayers, scriptures, and
poems that I left for you to hear. There
are some things I really need to bear.
There are some things I want to say.
But I feel it is not the time to tell you.
I have allowed the Lord to guide my
words that I leave on your machine
each Monday morning. I don't know
if you even listen to them, but I do
pray that you receive them.
Between the prayers, scriptures, and
poems that I left for you to hear. There
are some things I really need to bear.
This is what I really want to say to you.
I miss you, all of you. The good, the bad,
the sad, and most of all the naughty.
I miss your hugs.
Especially that gentle squeeze at the end.
I miss your sultry lips upon mine. The tickle of
your mustache on my upper lip.
I miss our tongues when they inter-twine and
connect as one.
I miss the special glances you used to give me.
The secret hello's that only you and I shared. The
quiet moments amongst everyone else.
I miss staring into your beautiful baby blue eyes.
What I really miss, is you. All of you.
The whole package,the old and the new.
Yvonne J. Griffin
4/4/06
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