Mr. Eliot Spoke the Truth

I lost my Grandma last April to cancer. This is just a short poem that appeared randomly in my head.

Mr. Eliot Spoke the Truth

On rainy days like this one

my thoughts come to me all at once

one point in my mind

in one moment, all is said and done

and in April, I will think a lot

I will think of things both sad and happy

calm and angry

and of sorrow and hope

Oh, you have spoken true, Thomas

April is the cruelest month

to take her warmth from me and mine