I often lay and wonder if you’d be proud of me. It’s been years since I’ve seen you’re beautiful face or heard your precious voice but, I see your face in pictures everyday and I hear your voice all the time in my head. When you look down from heaven what do you see? Am I brushing my teeth or heading to work? Is it Saturday morning when I’m dancing in my kitchen while making breakfast to music? Do you see
I often lay and wonder if you’d be proud of me. It’s been years since I’ve seen you’re beautiful face or heard your precious voice but, I see your face in pictures everyday and I hear your voice all the time in my head. When you look down from heaven w... poetry stories
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Proud from heaven

I often lay and wonder if you’d be proud of me. It’s been years since I’ve seen you’re beautiful face or heard your precious voice but, I see your face in pictures everyday and I hear your voice all the time in my head. When you look down from heaven what do you see? Am I brushing my teeth or heading to work? Is it Saturday morning when I’m dancing in my kitchen while making breakfast to music? Do you see

me crying some nights when I just miss you so much. Would you have been ashamed when I almost failed chemistry because I missed so much school when you were sick. If you were here you’d hit me for thinking about this. If you were here I’d be crying in your arms instead of into my pillow. If you were here you’d be proud of me. So why do I doubt you’re proud since you’re gone?

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