Raindrops

Raindrops

With the feel of a silk shirt
sliding off bare arms,
yesterday slips away.

Now his forgotten mug
left mute on the patio,
fills only with rain.

Droplets reflect
pinpoints of light
like the smile in his eyes
looking back

A raincoat of memories
wraps around me.
I see him watching
as I build a stable in sand -

many stalls for royal ponies,
a wealth in shiny coats,
high spirited to soar over fences:
bay, buckskin, chestnut, roan.

A steed for each season,
to be led by him,
until I could gallop alone
and ford streams

I listen to raindrops
drumming my window pane
like papa's clapping.



© Patricia Crane 2001