Mommy’s here, Where are you

Every night she sneaks out of bed

Into his room she would go

Right at the door I stared right in

As she laid in a fetal position

In his tiny bed reading a goodnight story

Followed by a poem she wrote

In tears I listen

Mommy’s here, where are you?

Peek a boo, I don’t see you

You giggle, I laugh

Hide and seek, I can’t find you

Hearing the tapping of your feet

Mommy’s here, where are you?

Peek a boo, I see you

You giggle, I laugh

Hide and seek, I found you

Tapping of your feet running

Away screaming, “again!”

Mommy’s here, where are you?

You have his name, you have his eyes

You have his chin, so don’t cry

She whispers the last part to herself

where are you?

Is what he ask every night

A picture in hand

Mommy’s here…..but where is dad?

I wish I could hold her, God knows I’ve tried

I wish I could tell him, he does have my eyes

I wish I could have laid in that tiny bed

Smell his pillow, kiss his head

Watching over you both I send you a sign

A chill down your Spine,hairs behind your neck rise

As he points at the door saying, Daddy and smiles.