It is raining
A soft, warm sprinkle...

It's the pain of losing something dear...
It can rip out one's heart in a single beat...

I close my eyes and I see them.
The pictures I will someday take...

The enigma of the rose
Captivates my mind...

Engaging in deep conversation
That requires no spoken words...

The rumbling thunder shakes my body
While my soul remains still...

Mother our time together
Was so very, very short...

Our bond may not be of flesh and blood
But it is a bond of greater strength...

The summer's heat intensified
The tent filled beyond capacity...

A family of the past
One of the present...

Few if any would have stuck around
Running off without a fight...

I'd wish you all a Merry Christmas
But then the trouble would begin...