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I miss waking up,

The sound of the waves

 crashing on the rocks,

The salty ocean air

surrounding me as I sat up,

The noise of the vultures

fighting over dead fish.

 

I miss sneaking out,

Grabbing my board at dawn,

Running down to the shore,

Taking a few runs on the waves,

Walking back to the house,

Thinking no one saw me,

Hearing my dad walk up behind me.

 

I miss the morning routine,

Fighting for the bathroom,

Complaining about the lack of shampoo,

Arguing over the last piece of bacon,

Pushing for the front seat of the car,

Screaming at the change of the radio station,

Relaxing from the goodbye kiss by daddy.

 

I miss my friends,

Brian,

With his obsession with anime, computers and rock music.

Jyn,

With her soft spoken voice, sweet and loving character.

Jeremy,

With his overprotective, don’t touch Sammy, attitude.

 

I miss the nights,

Where Brian and I surfed for hours,

Losing track of time and place.

Where we ate whatever daddy cooked,

Even though it tasted horrible.

Where we stayed up past our curfews,

And endured the punishment the next day.

 

I miss my old life,

Everything seemed easy back then.

But now,

I’m away from it all.

And even though I miss a lot of things,

The one thing I miss the most . . .

Is my dad

Reviews

[JENY]

Wow…really nice…
Whom you really miss…
Will be the only person ….who cared and shared an unconditional love…

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

I read this from the news feed and had to login to say how much I enjoyed it.
I have always wanted and felt i should live near water, an ocean by choice.. i bet that was or is so wonderful..
I got the feeling of your love for your dad... eating whatever dad cooked even if it tasted bad.. that's sweet and so loving ..
I miss many of the same things you do ... you brought it all back in this wonderful poem/story.. I enjoyed it very much.

Chloe