It rained last night
unseasonal, but perfectly suited
a quiet, constant drizzle
like a mourning
A mourning last night
expected, but patently difficult
a grey grief misting
like a rain
And I may worry as you go
so many little things
when trying to feel
at home
So many big things
rising in a heart
very far from
what it knows
But I don't worry
about you
who you are or
who you will become
You live well
and shine
soft, clear
strong
We send you
in amazement
in confidence
and with tears
A joy last night
sure, if understandably muted
a calm, constant knowing
like all that is good
-lisa, 20 August, 2012
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