For A Round-Headed Dumbie With A Round Bed
I miss your heart and your goofy smile,
I thought about you today for the first time in awhile.
I miss your round belly, I miss your round head,
But most of all, I miss your round bed.
All of these things seem so unending,
Because circles go on, with no corners pending.
But I must remember that day it all slipped away,
On this smooth-edged earth, I could not stay.
Oh you were my world, no corners attacking,
It's hard not to compare when so much is lacking.
But I don't sit here alone, dwelling I say,
I'm happy and peaceful, ready for the new day.
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