Rain
By
EileenDalla
Tears
of our Mother.
Standing
in the rain, feeling it on my skin,
Tasting
it on my tongue,
letting
it fill my eyes.
Becoming
one with our Mother,
Opening
myself and allowing Her to fill my soul.
Tears
of our Mother
Washing
me clean and giving me renewal.
Breathing
her breath,
Seeing
as she see’s
Dancing
in her arms.
Turning
to face her…, to accept her into my heart.
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