Sun's warm embrace, rock me into a familiar slumber. Making the memories come out of the cold, branding back into my flesh once more. Swing set swing, mockingbird scream, oh how we used to sing. Flushed away with an echo of your calling voice, here comes the rain. God's hand couldn't shield from the droplets, falling onto my face reminding me of what used to be. A laugh off in the distance, ever so faint but one of my own. I can't hear you dear sister, so I venture closer. Opening the gate find crouched, the small hand.
Rain drop again..
                              ..small hand vanished.