Children after the Rain

[nennivian]

I just found another poem. I had entirely forgotten about it and thought that it was from relatively recently when I found it, but the 'last saved/modified' date was 2008. Upon further reflection, I believe that I wrote this while at Pilgrim Lodge in '08 as a nanny. The ending was always unsatisfactory, however, so I have altered the last word or so here. This is probably the only poem that I wrote before college that I still care for as much now as I did then. Or perhaps the only one that I ever really liked to begin with.

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Listen...
The sounds of children after the rain
playing in the freshly wet world
While their mothers remember the cold
and their fathers carry the gloom
with them into the flooded grey world
of yesterday's thunder.
Children forget so easily.
They see clear air and take flight
Their voices carry no weight
and they are swept away.
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