Things Reminding Me.     Everywere I look reminds me of you,   In every room there's something new.   The crib in which you'll never sleep,   An empty frame with no picture to keep.     Your high chair is now left untouched,   It's just sitting around collecting dust.   A swing in which you'll never sway,   New sheets on which you'll never lay.     There's so many things you left with me,   I'll never bounce you on my knee.   On a page I've stamped your little feet,   I'll never forget how you looked so sweet.     We only had a short time to bond,   In that time, of you I grew fond.   My grief for you in time will go away,   My love for you will always stay.       Lisa Morgan.