Rainfalls
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
My grandfather passed away this past week and as I was stumbling to find something to read at his memorial, I went back to some of my old writing and pieced together something…
The old Soul left on a Tuesday Night
Nine fifteen to be exact
Leaving the old Charm and Character
That Night, the rain teased the rooftop
Tapping like you wanted them to
Drums of my childhood
Proudly sitting by
Your fireplace
Dusting
They aged
You aged
In pain
Leaving your soul on a silver platter
That night, the old Soul never woke up
And so I never said goodbye
You left me, me, me
The thumb wars
The stories
The laughs
Me, You
us, me
mom
Leaving a life you once belonged to
That night, with the sweet tenderness of the rain
You left me the last bit of your spirit
Knowing there was no hope
Not a tear was shed
Life just goes on
Rain, only rain
When it rains
I’ll know
It's you
Leaving with the rainfall
Because only you
Believed the magic of rainfalls
i'm sorry about your grandpa...you have my deepest sympathy. *hug*
Thank you honey. It means a lot to me.
xo
I'm sorry bout grandpa, love.