As more and more drops fall
Puddles form along the path way,
For the child
It brings hope of adventure,
Of fun.
For the mother
It brings worries of sickness,
And a small aching body.
With a smile he takes a big leap,
It lands him in the mini pond
Sending the drops to another home,
A sigh escaped the mother’s lips
As giggles escape from the small child.
The innocence of a small mind
And the worry of an older one,
Should she stop him?
Or should she let him have his fun?
Knowing that before she could think twice
He would be grown himself
With merely a mind full of worry.
He looks over at his darling mother,
His world,
His smile grew
As he saw her smiling back,
It was okay for him to play,
To be free
For at least a little while longer,
The child splashed some more.
A chill seeped through the trees,
Causing the branches to lean toward the pulling force,
The child shivered as it went through his wet clothes,
Playtime was over,
Sweeping the small child into her arms,
She wrapped her long coat around the cold body,
A giggle slipped as the chill left him
And his mother’s warmth kicked in.
A love that lives
Through even the harshest of weather,
And even though the rain is little
And the day sweet and sound
A story is told by each drop that touches his sweet loving face,
For in the eyes of his mother
That’s all that matters.