Grandparents You wouldn't be here without them For those who don't know what I'm talking…
Missing You
Missing You
by Shana Rennoe
The smell of smoke as you step in the door
the loud sound of the creaking floor.
The soothing hug as you step under the light
the loud nights of the wild street fights.
The sadness of the night as the spark still had light
she took her last flight.
I never thought I’d miss the smell of smoke so much.