Raindrops
Raindrops Raindrops fall to the Earth Mirroring my tears. So many Grandparents and Elders Lost in one year. Collective grief in isolation. With loved ones dying. In overflowing ICUs. I. See. You. Even though I can’t. We are forced to grieve alone. In bed and in our fuzzy pajamas To bring us comfort In the collapse. The rain reminds us That God cries too. At least that’s what we were told When we were children Walking home in waist high water or playing in puddles either way we were left seeking the warmth of home. My tears fall for my grandfather. Grateful I got to say my Goodbyes. Held his soft fragile hand in mine Locked all the details In my mind Gave him one last hug Blanketing him with love To take on his journey above. Raindrops fall to the Earth. written on January 2, 2021