Monday, July 7, 2014

Remembering an April rain

There was so much I wanted to remember,
 To hold close in my heart, washed bright by tears;
 The words of a careless song, your voice made tender,
 A thread of melody for lonely years.
But Oh, so much has gone; I seek in vain,
 Comfort in things you loved, some word you said.
 That day we walked bare-headed in the rain,
 You said it showered blossoms on my head;
 I laughed. . . Dear God, how could I know
 Remembering an April rain, would hurt me so.


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