You're Not Here

I think of you Emma, every day
your smiles and chatter, the words you did say.
The coffees and catch-ups, the time that we shared,
busy lives lived close together, showed just how much we cared.

If only I could turn back time,
to when our lives were sailing along just fine.
Our sisterly chats, our planned places to go,
the soft plays, parks, shops and the beach,
where did those sands of time go?

You kept saying, “Why me?”
“One day at a time” and “keep positive” was all I could say,
I think of your words every day.

I always believed you would get more time with your beautiful boys,
for more love, laugh and play, with them and their toys.
But you didn’t get that chance, and you’re not here…

Why you Emma? Why were you taken from us so young?
How can we ever again have such fun?
I miss your bright sparkle, your humour and zest for life,
this empty void you have left behind, cuts like a knife.

We were both robbed Emma, of precious time,
we should be sharing now, and in the years down the line.
The pleasures of watching our kids learn and grow,
Special “Auntie Emma”, my eternal sorrow.

You had so much to live for, so much yet to do,
it still feels unreal, being here without you.
I know I have to somehow live with the pain,
of never seeing your smile or hearing your voice ever again.

The answers that I’ll never find, nor ever understand
I only wish you were here
so I could hug you and take you by the hand,
down to the beach with the kids for ice-cream,
to paddle in the sea and write our names in the sand.

I miss you so much Emma, more than words can ever say,
my precious memories of you are with me every day.