Jim Hirtle Poet Free verse

Mom

Mom,
I sat in my car after church listening to sad songs on the radio
Fat raintears running down the glass tumbling from black clouds
Clinging to a gray sky
How does God do that I wondered...
Not thinking about you

And then the sky parted
The rain ceased, making way for a blue canvas
Dotted by an orange sun
How does God do that I wondered...
Not thinking about you

More sad songs
A new sky...
I thought about you
Fat tears running down my face tumbling from memories I do not want
Of you
Gone forever...

Why does God do that

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James Marshall Goff August 29, 2021 at 6:14 PM This one tugs at my heart, Jim, my mom is 92 & independent , I'm her pca...it's day/day, but every moment with her is joyful! Jim Hirtle September 1, 2021 at 11:43 AM Thanks for the thoughts. Mom passed away last week, almost 91 years, damn COVID. This poem isn't my best, I know, but was written about the best I ever knew.