The Storm Poem by Tricia Whyte

Sunrises inn the morning
The wave hits the shore
Therefore I breathe to let in more,
Everyday I put myself to the test
In hopes of giving you my best
That dream was laid to rest

The day claims the light as her sister
Night and darkness are famous brothers
Mothers will always love their daughters
While I hold back my tears
Trying to pretend I don’t care
That you stole my years

First comes the scattering lightening
Followed by the roaring thunder
Know this; a son will always follow his father
While I learn to love another
Today I burry my sorrow
So a smile could be worn tomorrow

Morning brings the sunrise
The day holds onto the light
Afternoon wind moves a warm breeze
Fighting off lightening and thunder
I promise you I will find shelter
In this stormy weather