I know that my Mom misses you a lot
And that she loves you both so very much
And I know that I miss you a lot
Because I loved you both so very much
Dearest Cookie, I sometimes see thy face
Floating somewhere in my -yes- memory
Dearest Harold I sometimes see thy face
In my mind when I remember dear you
O! I'd love to hold you on my lap now
And kiss you until my lips feel parched and dry
O, this is not quite a Sonnet, I know
But I still want to write my feelings down
My feelings of
Y.O.U*

*~Marian~