Tracing idly her name
On the window pane
By a lonely rainy day
Adding a love heart
For everyone at home
Half a world away
Miserable in that ever melancholic rain
Missing home
Drops and tears rolling slowly down
Brought by dreaming
Of her trip back home.
Another rainy day
In that grey country
Her thoughts heavy
Since the departure
Of her grandchild
To that sunny country of hers
So far away
Looking at the steamed pane
Suddenly the child's name
Appeared followed by a love heart
Drops and tears rolling slowly down
Her heart filled to the brim.
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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