THE ETERNAL, by JOY DIVISION

Procession moves on, the shouting is over,
Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone.
Talking aloud as they sit round their tables,
Scattering flowers washed down by the rain.
Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden,
Watching them pass like clouds in the sky,
Try to cry out in the heat of the moment,
Possessed by a fury that burns from inside.

Cry like a child, though these years make me older,
With children my time is so wastefully spent,
A burden to keep, though their inner communion,
Accept like a curse an unlucky deal.
Played by the gate at the foot of the garden,
My view stretches out from the fence to the wall,
No words could explain, no actions determine,
Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall.

That was a beautiful poem.

The weather man says we might get some rain around here next weekend if we are lucky.

Not worried about my shirt disappearing on me. Hubby remembers to well the morning I woke him up at 3am crying. Mom sent me an email telling me grandpaw died in his sleep with a big grin on his face. Mom called the house at 7am. Hubby answer the phone on the first ring.
Isn't it funny how you can remember little details like that?

If I don't do myself in one of these days that is how I would like death to come for me.
In my sleep.
I hope you have a good sleep listening to that rain.

Smiles and laughs your way.
:P I'm in love with your newest phonecam pic. I look at it and can't help but smile.