Let it Rain

Lovemydad
Sideways These Days

The music of the morning rain

just beyond my window pain

massaging the land with repetitious splashes of moisture.

Varying degrees of timbre and pitch

a choral cacophony

Fitting that nature should join my hearts phrase

Memories echo of long ago days

How many gallons have poured from the sky?

Can you pay that water bill? Neither can I…

Picking up pieces just tears of my heart

placing them down again,

oh where do I start?…

What’s about this paradigm of a need to say goodbye

Why?

he never did,

why should I?

it used to have us complain “you never say good-bye”

 

#neitherwilli #guessitstuck  #noneed #stayawhile #ohmemorykeepmewarm

#lifeissidewaysthesedays #missyoudad

I’m glad it rained on this anniversary of your passing. #breathe

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Prayer for Patty –

care

 

When your soul screams loudly

through the night

~

all seems dark

your pain needs light.

I trust the one

assigned your care

will hear your cry

not just walk by

~won’t say simply “Come again”

or

“It’s just him” and not go in.

~

Rather touch your brow

with some concern

review your chart

your need to learn ~~

This kind of care

the human touch

right from the heart

means oh so much!

A loved ones call

at Christmastime

couldn’t get through

to know he’s fine ~

Like a baby’s sigh

of deep relief

that soothes the soul ~

no matter if

you’re young or old.

Ignoring ’cause

they’re “older folk”

just might have been

what caused the stroke ~

Again, I pray

when comes your time

that you’re not treated

like you did mine.

~~RIP daddy. Miss you much.

>Cheers to 91+ years<