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

~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