Blue blood was running
Through the rigid veins
Of my cold hands,
Holding the picture of a child,
Radiant, full of life,
Her crimson lips surrounded by gelato.
Chocolate brownie flavor, I could bet.
A voice rumbled in my
Missing mind
“Honey, this is you,
Who you were since I gave you
The gift of life,
and who you shall be,
For eternity.”
Repressed sorrow, self-conviction,
I could perceive in her
Pleasant melody.
As far as I remember,
That was the first time I ever heard
The mournful sound of rain.
