Hey Bob Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

I felt your presence
it was heavy in the air
Called your name
'Hey Bob, you there? '

Went for the phone
a couple of times
Know your not there
just here in my mind

Think of things
we used to do
Keep seeing your face
makes me feel blue

Some days are hard
out here alone
Danny, Theresa, now Bobby
they've all been called home

Trying to get by
keep up a routine
Sometimes I believe
God can be so mean

He's taken one of the last
of our little Mize clan
I'm waiting for the call
when he'll take my hand

It could take a day
maybe a couple of years
Lost in the dark
only thing I fear

I'll keep you in mind
as I go about my way
Wait for the day
when I won't have to say

'Hey Bob, you there? '