Water gathering,
Puddles at her feet of tears,
Each a memory.

The rain was pouring that day,
Seems so distant when looking back,
But t’wasn’t long ago he went away
His life, her love, carried in his pack.
Mud on the carpet brown,
Stairs with that creaking sound,
Sunshine came with flowers new,
Springtime faded to summer greens
Crops growing the planter is unseen,
He was raised on that piece of land
Tilled the soil with back and hand
But when called he made his stand,
Now t’was to her their son to tell,
How he had loved too well.

People Gathering
Pooling in groups of hopeful
Home blood mixed with soil