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breath, connection, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, strength, tears, truth, understanding, value, wisdom, woman
restless pattern
of the rain
teardrops on the windshield
passerbys
discouraged by the veil
fleeting recognition
of a story
almost told
though none can hear
the whisper
o’er the wail
the beating
of a gentle heart
trying not to fold –
eyes to search the darkness
for a sign
someone sees
beyond the storms
remembered of her days
were wishes to the gods
for one more time
was drawn against
the falling down
tho who would notice now
the girl she was
is almost disappeared
into a cloud
of memory –
bright beyond the blue
before the sun was smitten
by her tears
. . .
tornadoday 
“Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone”. That song kept ringing in my mind as I read this, Bobbie. Beautifully written…, but sorta sad.
~xo~
Paul
Glad you liked it, Paul. It was inspired by a woman who was sitting in the parking lot at work in the rain….. Although I can’t be sure, her head was against the steering wheel, and regardless of what I could see, there was more I could sense. Thank you so much. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
Your heart engineered a caring moment into a lasting moment framed by a wonderful poem as only you can do. You captured the true moment and made me taste of its reality…I felt even to the point of her dispair…and maybe since you lovingy embraced her from afar with your kindness…God made the sun shine brighter in her life the next day giving her freedom from her inner pain! Awesome, simply so very awesome. You are a blessing!