What a fitting morning, as the rain kisses the ground, and the sun hides…grief reflected in the weather. Life is so full of good, and so full of sorrow…I suppose that is how it must be, in order to remind me to not take the good for granted. And, in all reality, to not forget the sorrow, don’t dismiss loss as unimportant, for it, like good, changes us…
How lucky I am to have been loved by her, even with the grief of every day of 26 years, that love is not lessened. I miss you, my mom.
This, for her….not mine, but such a truth in the telling….
“Kathy’s Song”
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls
And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England, where my heart lies
My mind’s distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you’re asleep
And kiss you when you start your day
And a song I was writing is left undone
I don’t know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can’t believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme
And so you see, I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you
And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I
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