I'm sitting on the porch,
Wind blowing through my hair.
The ducks are frolicking in the pond,
But I just can't seem to care.
I'm sitting on the porch,Featured Shared Story
Wow, this poem is how I end almost every letter to my husband. They took him the beginning of summer also. Our daughter was 6 months old, and today she turned 1 year, and he missed it. I cry...