The Rain
Around me falls the silent rain,
dark clouds sound the thunder.
My body’s failed me once again.
Can I endure much more? I wonder.

A weakened mind cries out for mercy,
a stronger heart…it quests for hope.
There is no sun – today is dreary,
a shroud of mourning does envelope.

The wrath I sense cannot be stated
in words that one can understand.
All good feelings have now abated,
my tears I wipe with weakened hand.

Fields of lilies grow this Spring
they bloom in all their glory…
yet for me there is no life to bring
my child is but a memory.