Gone Home
Drops of rain
Streams of tears
Cascading down glass pane
Blowing wind hears
Solemn trees
Crying
Kin in threes
Dying
Knowing not
How long their stay
Doug, Millie, and Dot
Silently angels took away
Music heard soft
Each alone
High aloft
Gone home
No more sorrow
No more pain
Sunshine tomorrow
We'll see all three again
Flying high
Like doves
Throughout glorious skies
Each spreading their love
© 2007 Janet Irene Griffin
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