Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 29, 2013

Raindrops ~by rldubour


 

 

Raindrops 

 

 

 

 

 

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter…can’t sleep…toss and turn. 
Awakened by the raindrops…a song that I must learn. 

I thought…this melody I hear… have never heard before. 
Is this the night the angels come?…Come knocking at my door. 

Is this the night I say good-bye?…that’s when the tears begin. 
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter…crying is not a sin. 

I hear singing with the raindrops…this all must be a dream. 
My angel stands before me…sent from heaven it does seem. 

Now my eyes are open wide…she offers me her hand. 
“Come stand here by my side…I will help you understand.” 

I find myself next to her… I reach to hold her hand. 
My feet no longer touch the floor…no longer mortal man. 

I turn to face my body…lying cold and still. 
I look into my angel’s eyes…her smile warms the chill. 

I hear her say now is the time…you must come with me. 
Take this moment to say good-bye…to your loving family. 

I kissed them all so gently…not to wake them from their sleep. 
“Dad will be gone when you awake…my children please don’t weep.” 

I stand before my precious wife…too hard to say farewell. 
She given me her life complete with love no words can tell..  

I wiped the tears drops from my eyes and touch them to her face. 
Promising to wait for her…I give my last embrace. 

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter…the rhythm of the rain. 
It’s not a sin for man to cry…it helps to heal the pain. 


Responses

  1. Reblogged this on Icanbeatit.

  2. SAD, :(.


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