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Apr. 8th, 2011 at 7:45 AM
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April Rain
by
Nancy Simpson
In memory of my father
who loved to sit on a covered deck
and watch rain, I sit sheltered
and sip coffee on my covered deck
high on Cherry Mountain.
Near treetops I sing louder than
the downpour that falls inches from me.
"You like my new house?" I trill
above the spill of raindrops.
Mr. Whiskers asleep on my feet
under the wicker seat, wakes.
He thinks my song is for him.
I look deep into gray mist, eye to eye
with thin green leaves of a thousand trees
and sing welcome to white blossoms
on dogwood trees no one planted.
I am singing. I am singing to my father
who loved to sit close to rain.
(from www.yourdailypoem.com/listpoem.jsp )
Comments
I have read your sherlock fan fiction in the past with much interest. When I came across your name at livejournal I clicked the link to get to your journal. This poem caught my eye- My Dad's birthday was April 7th- he passed away 16 years ago but this poem captures him in a way that brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for sharing
You are most welcome. If you would like, as you see, there are lots more poems in my LJ--feel free to browse around--try tags "poem of the day" and "grief".
Sorry to hear about your father.