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Rain falls gently misting
the leaves
on this tree called life.
It sends down it's drops to water our
life with tears and heartache.
The sun peeps out behind the clouds
and says, "go have a new beginning"
We try, and we find that the rain just
continues to fall, only heavy now.
The flood gates open and the rush of
emotion causes us to move backwards
to a time and place when the rain was
just for happy times in youth.
Someday the rain shall end, and the
clouds
will roll away, the sun will shine, and I can
say, " It's been five years today since she
left
and I'm going to be ok..................."
Kathalise
Martin
Aug.6th, 2000
Fifth Anniversary
Of My Mother's
Death.