The misty morning rain and dove grey sky
Reminds me how the wet days make you smile
I swear I hear your laughter and I sigh
Imagining a bridge across the miles.
We'd put our boots on and go take a walk
We'd splash in all the puddles on our way
We'd joke and tease or maybe we'd just talk
A day I spend with you is the best day.
And even though I miss you constantly
I daydream in your room to feel you near
I know that Portland's where you need to be
So I would never try to keep you here.
So when you feel the rainy morning mist
Know that I am sending you a kiss.
submitted for Magpie Tales, Mag 238
2 comments:
Allison in Portland is sadly missed.
Oh gosh. I hope you are saving poems like these. They will mean the world to her. This poem is clearly straight from the heart, and, as a gal who also loves rainy weather, it went straight to mine.
ps--my beloved buddy Bosco passed away earlier this week. :***-( Not sure if I told you yet. I'm not firing on all cylinders.
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