The Memory of an Afternoon With You

The separation you feel
I’m here to stop it.
Just as rain fades,
so does that fleeting moment of sorrow.

The world that we see,
is full of conflicting feelings.
Sorrow as well as hope.
But these things are hard to see, due to a wave of responsibilities.
That when underneath it, even hope can fade.

I’m here to uplift you,
to brighten those rainy days, sodden with a thick isolation.
I’m here to uplift your lonesome heart,
all alone,
for years to come.

All that I can show you,
will be shown, till it’s all gone.
The whole time, you
the people I love, will be on my mind.

We are too loving, and we are scared,
our true feelings are unexpressed beneath the surface.
And we say evasive words,
and yet, our words are real.

We will care for one another,
in that rainstorm that’s to come.
We will care for one another.
Even far apart, we will be by each other’s side,
always.

I’m here to uplift you,
to brighten those rainy days, sodden with thick isolation.
I’m here to uplift your lonesome heart,
all alone.

I won't forget the children’s toys,
the times when I played with you.
I won’t forget the trips to the zoo.
The time, so many times, I spent with you

I’m here to uplift you,
to brighten those rainy days, sodden with thick isolation.
I’m here to uplift your lonesome heart,
all alone.

I won't forget the soft, cool breeze,
the shining sun,
the memory of an afternoon with you.

I’ll never forget it,
not the way you were with me,
the sunny day, swept away by rain.
I just know that memory will bring the sun back.

--Zoë (age 13)

(This poem was written today, 1/31/05, by my daughter, and dedicated to her mother and me. I am, of course, jelly.)