Missing by Val Harris
My cat would miss
her armchair.
My dog would miss
his cuddles.
My hat would miss
a head to warm.
My wellies miss
the puddles.
The waves would miss
the rolling sea.
The clouds would miss
the sky,
and lightning
miss the thunderclaps;
the wind would miss
a sigh.
The birds would miss
the morning sun,
like owls would miss
the night.
I’d miss the way you smile at me
and always make things right.
her armchair.
My dog would miss
his cuddles.
My hat would miss
a head to warm.
My wellies miss
the puddles.
The waves would miss
the rolling sea.
The clouds would miss
the sky,
and lightning
miss the thunderclaps;
the wind would miss
a sigh.
The birds would miss
the morning sun,
like owls would miss
the night.
I’d miss the way you smile at me
and always make things right.
This poem is copyright (©) Val Harris 2024
About the Writer
Val Harris
Val lives near Farnham in England. Her debut children’s poem was published online at The Dirigible Balloon, along with several others since then. Her poems have been published in The Caterpillar Magazine, Paperbound Magazine, The Toy Press and Little Thoughts Press. Her first poetry collection, A Classroom of Stars, was published at the end of 2022. She is @valpoet on Instagram and @dragontripper Val Poet on Twitter. Website: www.valharrispoet.co.uk
