Two toddlers wore rain

In the yard, in the fog

of a heavy downpour

two toddlers wore the rain
like tight-fitted jeans

which clung to them so soggy, and yet ~

in moments of glee
with a spin and a spree

they giggled and laughed
a thousand thuds

as each thundering thud
of their shiny red boots

forced a violent splatter.
But what does it matter?

For youth is but a moment
cleaved to a cloth

made of exquisite fabric
that creates a future memory

Author's Note

Second try.

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

“For youth is a moment
cleaved to a cloth
made of fine fabric
for a future memory”
So very beautiful and so true Tim. Lovely imagery, flow, cadence, rhyme. Kids laughing in the rain with all the a abandon of youth and innocence- a diamond of a thought…

[Relic]

I'm glad you liked it, Annette. Thanks. :)

[Sheila Kline]

Your ability to take the reader from the corridors of thoughts held captive behind a computer screen to the puddles of rain where the children are frolicking and having such grand fun is amazing!

I can feel the sprinkles of water, hear their laughter as they stomp with glee, but most of all, have an intense desire to return to the days when as a child I danced and played in the rain!

You have indeed created fine fabric for future memory!!
(Now, just where is that wash cloth to remove the mud from me and my pretty new dress?)

[Relic]

haha, I appreciate your thoughts, Sheila, Thank you. :)

[Lisasview]

I often think of myself as a child enjoying the rain... so this lovely poem made sense to me and my desires.
Lisa, getting late now in Spain

[Relic]

Thank you, Lisa.

[Lisasview]

You are always so welcome,
Lisa

[Chris Shaw]

Such fun and visually pleasing. Kids dancing in the rain, splashing in puddles in red wellies. Loved it. Pity us adults don't take a leaf out of their book.

Chris

[Relic]

I wish we could, Chris. Thanks so much for your comment. :)

[Neville]

this is incredibly good my friend ... filled to overflowing with visuals and as I hope you can imagine, left a smile forming upon this viewers face that will likely remain until well after lunch time ......... and I'm only half way through my honey toast ............................................................. Neville :)

[Relic]

hahaha, I'm sure that honey toast is like heaven, Neville. Thanks very much for your comment. :)

[Neville]

........ you are as always, most welcome Relic :)

[Susan 🦋]

I love this! I always let my kids dance in the rain! So many memories for me! I like your wording… it’s genuine and real to me. A perfect picture in my minds eye. Well done! 💦

[Relic]

I thank you, Susan. You're a top-notch writer so your comment means a lot to me. 😃😁

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Woww what a masterpiece quality poem as two toddlers frisk in the rain and it clothed them superly with your poetic pen and your muse ended so masterfully. Kudos!!!

Plz do read and comment my newest poem too

[Relic]

Thanks very much for your comment.

[Dave Brown]

we'd probably all much better off if we hadn't gone the mud splashing age
Pleasant memories of soggy little souls

[Relic]

I agree, Dave. Thanks for the read and comment. :)

[Ken Simm.]

I was a teacher for forty years. I still am in a way. Throughout my career I learned that the teacher learns from the pupil as much as the other way around. And perhaps what they learn from this innocence is well worth more.
A wonderful image created here.

[Relic]

Thank you so much for such a kind review, Ken. It's much appreciated. :)

[Inessa]

I think we adults can learn from the children. Even here in Kyiv, despite the dangers closing in on us, I still see children playing undeterred. Their innocence is a precious commodity. I sure hope many of the children here retain that youthful outlook and are not disturbed by all they are witnessing. Their fabric of future memories may be torn and tattered otherwise. Lovely lines, Relic. ❤

[Relic]

Thank you,Inessa. I'm praying for you and the children of Kyiv.