Rain

rain falls gently
like my own poetry
each drop, a syllable
a sweet verse of love

each one is a melody
of songs of thoughts
of dreams of ever after
and of love comforting

dead air silence
last drop of rain
a fading memory
of a distant promise

just memories
of many summers ago
then all is still
summer is still

~Dad~

Thanks to my daughter Pat for this beautiful photo~~~

~My dearest~

I am but a shadow in the dark

Slowly coming out

Gently whispering

Unto your tormented soul…

“Its gonna be alright”

~Dad~

 

You

“Go where your heart

brings you the greatest joy,” they said.

I did.

But it brought me

the greatest pain instead.

Now

I can’t find joy nor pain.

I lost you.

In my 

Memory.

 

In response to NovemberNotes challenge by Sarah of Heartstrings Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer

Day 23 prompt: You Are A Memory by Message to Bears