Rain

Sometimes the grey clouds of
Baby droplets conceal the sweet relief of
A mother who has learned to move on from
Grief. Yet also the sadness of fathers as they
Refuse to believe and move on. A complete
Mix of emotions, will not always be good,
At times the world stops shining and spinning
Wonderfully, danger lingers. So the rain comes
Along to wash away the blues, pinks and greens,
So that our life maybe an open page, ready to
Be seen.

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