I miss my world
My breathing space
The days when I wasn’t tied like a shoe laces

No bottles to be filled
No meals to cook
No worry on pennys
No danger forward out to look

For walks I walked
Alone and carefree
Little do I remember
How the fresh air feels

My morning tea
My evening walk
I miss my mate
Who stood so strong

But I miss my bondages too
The little fingers that pull me through
The twinkling eyes, the crazy chatter
The bundle of stories, the fights over batter

I miss my hurdles, I miss my air
The balance gone, not sure if that’s fair
I miss my love, I miss my foe
I miss my shell
I miss being whole….