And the Rain Came


I will turn back the pages of time,
to mom and to when I was a little girl;
mom would fill my pool and in I jumped,
she called me pixie and I giggled.
     Then, she turned to her garden,
     trimming black-eyed susan;
     and white shasta daisies,
                             and I helped too.
        I had my own tools,
            and I worked hard.
She gave me a small patch in the sunshine,
with bright petunias and yellow marigolds.
Mom planted coneflowers for the monarchs,
I planted columbine for the hummingbirds;
                            and yarrow for bees,
     oh, I loved the garden.
          Then, mom said we need some rain,
                             so we prayed and waited;
              and the beautiful rain showers came,
gently falling on all the flowers and my columbine,
petunias, yellow marigolds, and yarrow grew huge;
and some crazy creeping thyme I had planted !
      This is a treasured page
               in the book of my life.

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June 20, 2016


Poetry/Free Verse/And The Rain Came
Copyright Protected, ID 16-9955-17-0
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Submitted to the contest, Sunshine and Showers(old/new)
sponsor, Robert Haigh

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