I wish that his shoes 

Were still in the walkway 


They used to trip me 

And I’d get frustrated


I wish the laundry 

Were still left piled up high 


That used to test me 

And I’d nag him to clean 


I wish he’d stay out

Too long past his curfew 


That used to stress me

I’d worry where he was 


Now I know where he is 

And I wish his shoes 

Were still in the walkway 

This poem is about: 
My family



I wrote this about a year after we lost our boy Tyler who died by suicide at only 18 years old.  My life and my world was turned upside down, and it mmade me think about the petty things that upset us every day, and I learned to see the good things first.  

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