With a hand that trembles,
He wipes the window pane
A withering land that reflects
Years of unrelenting rain
Once, he saw her playing there
In the grass, so green and tall
Spinning around without a care
Singing, laughing, having a ball
Perhaps it's her laughter he hears
Sparkling on the gentle breeze
His joy, his beautiful daughter, so dear
But now, only a whisper through the trees
Again, with a trembling hand
He wipes the window pane
Of his precious memories, so long gone
His tears fall like rain.
-
Author:
NikNak73 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 19th, 2024 01:00
- Category: Forgiveness
- Views: 8
Offline)
Comments1
Incredibly beautiful, sometimes it's just simply too late, your poem is beautiful. 🌹
Thank you for reading it 🙂
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.