Drifting away is okay By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
I remember how she gently kissed the grass at dusk while she wrote poetry.
I remember how the fresh, morning dew would sometimes comfort her in an indescribable way as she sat on her earth reading her book in the early day.
I remember that it made everyone happy that she wasfinally happy.
But, there was this one cloud backhome
in the Appalachian Valley of winter
that lurked, sulkily around its earthen canvas.
It drifted from place to place these days and never really felt at home.
I think it missed her.
But, it was simultaneously ecstatic because it's very hope, was now hopeful herself.
It began to rain a lot from the tears rushing down that clouds face.
But, then everything was okay.
Awind current from the storm changed its world.
Because the cloud drifted to a new part of the sky previously unexplored.
It found its own sanctuary.
It found its own "summer."
Now both she and the cloud are happy.
Yet, I pray they never forget one another.
I hope she remembers the day of cold that she once so cherished while she is basking in the sunlight.
I pray she doesn't let the arising fog from her new Appalachian sunrise haze her memory of the snowflakes and last winter.
But, I know that it will.
And, a big part of me accepts that it means she will be happy,
so that's more than okay.
But, the cloud,
the cloud
will never
forget her.
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