Clouds grey and brooding
Are tugged across the sky
Rain spits on the pavement
Gathers in pewter coloured puddles
Seeps through the hole in my shoe
I shelter in a shop doorway
And wish I had an umbrella
I know the sun will shine again
Gravestones grey and granite are like
Broken teeth sown into a hillside
Sorrow spills from my crushed soul
Gathers in warm salt tears
Seeping out of a hole in my heart
I shelter in a husband’s embrace
And wish I still had a son
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