Missing Blaine

The empty look in my eyes

The far away stare

I'm missing Blaine

The thought of his smile and

his golden red hair

I'm missing Blaine

his hugs, his love,

his laughter, his jokes

I'm missing Blaine

The "Mom, come see this!"

"Mom, can you help me?"

"When's Daddy getting home?"

I'm missing Blaine

Reading Bible Stories,

talking while tucking him in at night

I'm missing Blaine

Watching him walk down to the bus,

Watching him walk up the drive

after school with his trumpet,

waiting to tell him that I missed him and

love him and ask him how his day went

I'm missing Blaine

Knowing when I look outside

I will no longer see him walk up the drive

It hurts, I cry

I'm missing Blaine

I want to hear him, see him, feel him

Oh God, how I'm missing Blaine!

Blaine's baptismal picture is a reminder

God's word tells me that the day will come,

when we'll be together again.

He will see me through.

Until that day comes,

I'll be missing Blaine.