October 1996
What shall we say, shall we call it by name.
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin.
Water bright as the sky from which it came,
and the name is on the earth that takes it in.
We will not speak, but stand inside the rain,
and listen to the thunder shout.
I am, I am, I am, I AM!
RIP Mom
Tim
1 comment:
That was very kind...what you said about your mum...tell Ana Happy Mother's Day ~ The Rayes
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