6.09.2009
When Your Mother Cries
Today it rained in sheets of glass.
I thought you could see
in between
the drops?
Lakes enveloped intersections.
Rivers claimed the streets.
Her eager mouth drinks
self made tears.
It comes as if
of Heaven.
And when her thirst is satiated,
there is nothing,
and everything,
in Her fullness.
I thought you could see
in between
the drops?
Lakes enveloped intersections.
Rivers claimed the streets.
Her eager mouth drinks
self made tears.
It comes as if
of Heaven.
And when her thirst is satiated,
there is nothing,
and everything,
in Her fullness.
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Suzanne,
ReplyDeleteSo glad you are starting a blog. What a lovely poem. I'm glad to see you in this creative venue.
Love,
Mary Ellen