THE RAIN CAME DOWN
a poem by Myrna Jacobs
I read your letter in the rain
Sitting in a park called Freedom
It seemed so fitting
You told me you loved me
You said you knew how much I’d cried
And wondered why I stayed.
It’s all about the place called freedom
The one we’ve sought together
It’s about the lessons
Learned as two
It’s the way you smile and how you make me feel
It is the wisdom, it is the understanding.
There is a song I once heard
That said
“they can’t stop us on our road to freedom”
When I sent you the lyric,
I knew you’d see why I stay,
Why I help and why I wait
The rain came down but I didn’t care
I saw it as a cleansing thing
The cold wetness streaked my face
And fell on your words
And we hold on, no thrive.
Everyone wonders and nobody knows
It is you and always has been with you
That I wanted to travel this road
Myrna Jacobs
15 April 2006
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