By Arnold Mann, Valencia Community Contributor
When I am gone…
I will miss;
The blue sky that gleams from above…
The cry of the mourning dove…
The hug of a lovable child…
The unknown of that which is wild.
I will miss;
The sound of the ever crashing waves…
Those beautiful long summer days…
The smell of the fresh morning dew…
The trees that I’ve planted and grew.
I will miss;
A cup of coffee at nine…
A lunch with a close friend of mine…
A half hour walk in the park…
A concert just before dark.
I will miss;
The soothing relief of a tub…
The delight of a good back rub…
The cleansing effect of the rain…
The plentiful ideas in my brain.
I will miss;
Awaking to start a new day…
The tennis and golf that I play…
But most of all I dare say…
I’ll miss that old roll in the hay.
I will miss;
A phone call from Jolie or Jack…
Robins and wrens in the back…
An email from Eliz or Nate…
Missy or Ed on a date.
I will miss;
An occasional cough and a shiver…
The urge to jump into a river…
The delightful feel of a kiss…
These are some of the things I will miss.
