Hey Kids,

Knock, knock. Who’s there, you didn’t say.

What’s up? I ask. But no answer today.

My phone shows texts and well wishes cast.

But only one way are these messages passed.

Left with this sole method to show that I care,

I find the return silence is a little much to bear.

For now, I miss you more with each passing year.

But should I stop missing, that’s my greatest fear.

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