Raindrops, from up above
Pitter, patter they fall
Scatter and go a thousand ways.
Its got me thinking of home again.
I know the light is filtering in
Through the curtains in the hall.
Sunday morning news
Is lying on the floor.
Mama are you in the kitchen,
Hot breakfast on the stove?
Papa's by the porch ,
A cup of Coffee in his hand.
1 comment:
awesome! Feeling grow but more beautifully you show :)
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