From Kent T Dillow

From Kent T Dillow

Sonset

I ask myself as the clouds sure to form
If you see it as I do from where you were born
It’s been four long years and my longing is high
As I keep you in sight through white puffs in the sky
As the night turns to day and the forms are all dealt
I think of the times in grass as we knelt.
Gazing upwards as breezes turned puffiness straight
Then back into darkness as rain hit our face
What a blessing to be with you that cloudy day
As we laughed and we stared in that magical way
At the clouds up above how I MISS YOU today
And I PRAY that the cloud that you see spells my name.

DAD

© Kent T Dillow

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