And still it rains

Jane Dougherty Writes


And still it rains though the damage is done
The sky still weeps its useless tears.
You went with drama and slamming of doors
Forgetting the love and all the years
Shared beneath this trembling roof.
You charged into the storm’s wild maw
Not wasting time to don your coat
To leave our dreams behind the door
Despite the raging of the elements.
Though thunder rumbled still you left
You stopped your ears when I cried your name
As if my very presence made you flinch
Like naked flesh touched by a dancing flame.

Or was it just shame?

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About caroleparkes

My husband calls me a butterfly because I flit from one hobby to another. Apart from being a wife for 52 years, a mother of three sons, and a grandmother, I'm also an author, genealogist, amateur artist, a lover of most needlecrafts, and occasional poet. Of the above, my most enduring interest has been writing and I hope to be doing it well into old age.
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