Tenth year since that day,
your angel day. It is raining,
maybe the angels are rejoicing
you returning home, and
maybe heaven is shedding
all the tears that are heavy in my heart.

I am doing fine, but
I think about you every day.

I imagine walking you to school
playing wrestling and
jumping on the bed.
I once was a child —
when I was with you.
I miss you monkey poo.
I love and miss you very much.
It’s raining, heaven’s crying
the rain doesn’t go away.
It’s raining, heaven’s crying,
the breeze was cold, the chill did not fade.
It’s raining, heaven’s crying,
the sun refused to shine.
It’s raining, heaven’s crying,
the pain is always here to stay.
It’s raining, heaven’s crying —

I remember you.