A Song for Nana

Tuesday morning, I found Gwynn sitting on the play structure singing and playing her guitar. She asked if I would like to have a listen. What I heard was creative, heartfelt and sincere. Later that day she wrote it down and I would like to share it with all of you.

I Miss

I know

somewhere

you're up there.

I know

you're talking about me

Because, I miss you.

I miss your smile.

I miss your eyes

looking at me...

I miss your hair

But most of all

I miss the relationship we've shared.

For Nana