Ripples of Thought

Every time I arise
In the humid morn
I think of my daughter Amy
More and more.

I miss her a lot
More than you could possibly know
I just want to hold her and hug her
I just want to go home.

To see how she’s grown
In the year I’ve been gone
Will be an awesome treat
It’ll totally rock on.

Okay, I think
That I’m done now
So goodbye my baby
How I can’t wait to see you, how.

~ by Jonathan Cockrum on Monday, October 1, 2007.