A Family Rain Day…

Droplets of sounds,

Harmonically fill my ears.

Sounds of gentleness hugging the hard ground.

A mother’s embrace from above to the trees.

Needles of love sting the soil,

It hurts but heals.


This process of love makes me think of home.

The gentle, hard and loving home.

I realized how much I miss my brothers, my parents and aunt-cles.

I miss the feeling of living with no worries because I know,

They are and will be with be.


Oh that innocent laugh! It haunts me…

Yet everytime I reach for it, it fades.

Will I ever reach it?

I hope I will someday.

And I hope my little brother won’t lose his.


I wish I could be there for him.

My quest for dreams has dragged me far away.

Yet my string of love still remains,

Connected, day and night,

Sometimes consciously,

Sometimes subconsciously,

But it is there – quietly and lonely.


I dedicate this poem to my family.

The love of my life.

Please don’t think I forgot you,

Because I didn’t.

My strings are still there,

Shaking with every vibration of love you send.


With love,


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