Missing by Val Harris
My cat would miss
her armchair.
My dog would miss
his cuddles.
My hat would miss
a head to warm.
My wellies miss
the puddles.
The waves would miss
the rolling sea.
The clouds would miss
the sky,
and lightning
miss the thunderclaps;
the wind would miss
a sigh.
The birds would miss
the morning sun,
like owls would miss
the night.
I’d miss the way you smile at me
and always make things right.
her armchair.
My dog would miss
his cuddles.
My hat would miss
a head to warm.
My wellies miss
the puddles.
The waves would miss
the rolling sea.
The clouds would miss
the sky,
and lightning
miss the thunderclaps;
the wind would miss
a sigh.
The birds would miss
the morning sun,
like owls would miss
the night.
I’d miss the way you smile at me
and always make things right.
This poem is copyright (©) Val Harris 2024
About the Writer
Val Harris
Val lives near Farnham with a horse and husband and several grandchildren living nearby, who like to mark her poems out of ten. She used to write for adults, but decided she much preferred writing poetry for children, after her debut poem was published online with The Dirigible Balloon in 2021. Since then, several others have appeared on various balloon flights, and she has had poems published in The Caterpillar Magazine, Paperbound Magazine, The Toy Press and Little Thoughts Press. You can find her as Val Poet on Instagram and @dragontripper Val Poet on Twitter.
