This is what I miss....

I won't think about our last conversation, the one about ladders,
or how we hugged and laughed b/c my belly was bigger than yours.

I won't be mad when I hear the tree scratch Ian's window during windy nights,
or when I don't know what kinds of flowers are growing in front of our house.

I will remember that you loved the world with your whole life -
just like you loved me.