The time of dad's passing I've been restrained All the day long I've looked at the rain.
There isn't a smouldering Hint of a spark I can't see for nothin' The rain is so dark.
The stormclouds are following One on another They tred on the heels They're so close together.
The date of a death Is when pain was born There seem to be many One endless storm.
The first major hurricane 2020 has seen Was the health & work crisis Of COVID-19
Then the stress on good friendships Because of the news People fussing & fighting For differing views.
THEN Minneapolis Had a white killer cop And others stood by As a black man's heart stopped!
Now, these are DEATHS! We HAVE to RECEIVE! Deaths of our innocence We no longer believe In man's basic goodness No way it's retrieved We must accept now And we have to GRIEVE.
My father survived WWII Lived 93 years in this mortal stew. But now he's left... years ago? TWO.
When I was a child Oh, SO long ago I used to LOVE thunderstorms...
On the ground you swirl around In and out among the graves Slowly and silently And as the church bells chime Silently you disappeare Until another day.
"Egg Shells" Tip toe tip toe Silent foot steps Tip toe tip toe Walking on eggshells Tip toe tip toe Too afraid to talk Tip toe tip toe I'm walking on eggshells
At this point I’ve given up on letting most people most of the time know when I’m in physical pain I guess it’s kind of maturity It doesn’t matter that I hurt more than most people most of the time My great pains are just as guaranteed to leave as their little ones We’ll both still be walking tomorrow