100 Days

This is my stab at a poem. I used to write all the time. But haven't done it a loooong time. Shealyn has been gone for 100 days. My god I can't believe. It seems and feels like yesterday.

100 Days

100 days
100 beautiful sun rises and sunsets.
Are they prettier from Heaven?
2,400 hours
Seems like forever
144,000 minutes
Seems like just yesterday
8,640,000 seconds……tick……..tock.
And not one of them forgotten.
I miss you baby girl.
I think of you, every day, every hour, every minute, and every second.