Rain fell today in the form of tears
the sky knew her sorrow
mirroring the gray somber visage
We knew someday she’d go
knew there would be an end
but the tears had their own way of making rivulets
in our hearts
The storm will pass they say
today the rushing swollen river
pulls trees and roots into its foam
It will one day be a babbling brook
so they say
she will sing contented songs like a child
but not today!
Tomorrow she must face bravely
the next day her routines must change
“I must go on for her sake
I’ll lay on a new mound of dirt
dig my fingers into the earth
and never let you go”
Two dear friends, one I call sister, lost their parents during Christmas. If you feel the sorrow, weep for them or for your own loss. How do you replace someone who has been part of your daily existence for a lifetime? You don’t! You pray those memories carry you through. To my dear Martha and Hil – I love you!
I’m also sharing this poem with One Shot Wednesday.
Raging river photohttp://www.flickr.com/photos/harrisonfarr/3613353820
Mill Creek photo Moondustwriter