Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
It Is Raining Again - Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
My mind, dancing now, through the Mist of Time...
I am remembering,
It was our favorite thing to do,
Young and free, walking in the rain.
Me with the red umbrella and you
Belting out a melody of words in silly rhymes.
We'd get soggy wet, laughing just the same...
My mom cautioned us not to be so foolish.
We laughed the years away in and out of
Now the rain, pitter patters your name,
Falling like tears on everything!
Little red umbrella, on the ground,
Tossed aside, upside down.
You and it both lost to me,
Oh death, why this reality?
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
written January 12,2013 3: 31-3: 32 pm.
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