Treasure Island

Mandi Higginbotham

(7/17/1976 / Biloxi, MS)

The Rain


The rain is falling all around
And the puddles are growing
As I stand in the flood
Letting my tears fall unnoticed

My heart is miles from here
Torn between my loves
Small hands that cradle my face
Or one that places me above all else

A heart that cries out to me
Arms that yearn to hold me
As much as I long to hold him
Yet a young child cries...

I, the mother, cradling the child
Allowing the rain to encompass us
My tears fall soundlessly on a small shoulder
Silently I wait for him heartbroken.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Edited: Friday, August 27, 2010
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