The wind rustles in the trees
and blows gently through my hair,
I hear a mailbox key rattling
I look around and see it there.
I see bushes that want to grow
and flowers yet to bloom,
I then leave that scene
and head for my room.
I look out the window
and see a car go by,
I am sitting here bored,
on my bed I will soon lie.
I have three children
and yet I feel alone
they keep me somewhat busy
but oh, how they have grown.
I don't know what's missing
from a life I call my own,
my family is most important
with them love has been shown.
I go outside and hope for rain
its gentle, calming sound,
but for now it's just the wind
as I look down at the ground.
A contest entry
- Take me to a beautiful place by Yellow-Rose.
600 points, ended May 15, 2008, 35 entries
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There is hope within this poem. I love the sound of rain too. Thanks so much for your heart felt entry
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