"Dad?"
A six year old boy ran to his father and got on his lap.
He looked up curiously at him.
"What was mom like?"
The man got a werid glint in his eye and he smiled sadly.
"Your mom...was some kind of woman...nice,sweet,but sure could pack a punch."
The man laughed.
"I spent alot of my time peeling myself off the ground."
The boy grinned at his dad.
"I miss her..." the man got a far off look.
The boy bowed his head.
"I wish I got to meet her."
"You would have loved her son. But one day,Miroku,your going to find one just like her. And you will love her forever."
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YAY! I liked this one alot! CHA CHA!
Kuo:Thanks and your welcome. I really do like your storys.
A Fading Shadow: It's just a poem I made whebnI was bored. Meh. Thanks.
A Fading Shadow: What don't you get? Sango wanted to forget Miroku,but she couldn't because she still loved him. That's why she was looking at the picture Kagome took. I'm really sorry that you didn't get it.