.... for hazel margaret drumm-cunningham 

Sky Crying Reminder

I so wrongly assume,

the years will pass, 

in whatever fashion, 

first one slow, perhaps,

the second building speed,

the third a lucky charm.

But this is not true ,

as certain days truly

remind the open heart

which tweaks the brain,

by rote emotional reflex,

bittersweet our memories.

Two years have passed along,

moving down the timeline,

fashioned out of grief,

but meant to be refashioned

into a more solid bond,

an everlasting connection.

It is said, done and easier,

as the days continue on,

until this fall rainstorm,

sheets of water falling,

the sky crying in reminder,

of love and relationship