Put your shoes on Frances,
It's time to go.
We're running late.
She wails like thunder.
She cries like rain.
I hold her tight.
"I'm not letting you go.
I'm right here.
I love you so.
I feel the same."
She wails like thunder.
She cries like rain.
Behind the bench,
Jane hides from the pain.
Peeking through the planks.
Wondering if she feels the same.
Watching Dada tame
And absorb the hurricane,
As tears stream down his face.
Shoes on, doors closed.
Drive down the lane.
Wind still,
trees in frame,
time froze in place.
Behind the front seat,
Jane hides from the pain.
Peeking through glass panes.
Wondering if she feels the same.
Level 4 parking lot
Goodbye for now
I'll see you soon.
Go to you Mama.
I'll talk to you today.
I drive away.
I wail like thunder.
I cry like rain.
I walk through the house,
Sit on the back porch,
And look up clouds,
As they light up like a torch.
They wail like thunder
The sky she cries like rain.
Looking down on us.
Wondering if she feels the same.
The storm it breaks.
The streets they steam.
Exhaling all of those tears.
Into the airstream.
And all of a sudden I'm alone.
No family. No home.
No children. No daughters.
Nothing left of me
Not even a father.
I wail like thunder.
I cry like rain.
I hide behind the pain.
My eyes are closed.
Wonder if I'll ever feel the same.
Monday, July 14, 2025
Frankie and Jane/Thunder and Rain
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