August

By Emil Claire

That day had been a rainy one.

The rain reminded me of you.

What they said, it made no sense

it couldn’t be true.

I looked up, a house made of cards

home no longer felt like you.

Back when every story was new

now turned hazy and blue.

Words uttered, prayers known

all those people yet so alone.

One umbrella, two souls

every drop reminded me of you.

With your pink slippers and warm smile

your round glasses and arms wide,

the way you scrunched your nose,

disapproved my vice.

A flower blooming,

the angel of doom.

A father crying,

a family consumed.

Stardust and glitter,

fairies galore,

I still keep that snow globe,

if anything but to cope.

My childhood mere colors

but they will always be hers.

A woman sleeping,

her dreams preserved.

My broken heart ,

now reserved.

Love is all a child deserves.

By Emil Claire