A Dedication To Denmark ;-)

GROWING UP WITH THE RAIN

Her birth cries

Were perhaps louder

Than the lashing downpour

When she came

To this dimension;

Is that why you become

Silently joyful

Taking a rain drop

In your eye

And letting it down

With your tear?

You forget you’ve

Grown up

And jump with excitement unbound

Forgetting the world

Dancing with the rain

As it were

Your ballet partner

None could make you merrier

None could make your

Cheeks blush deeper

As that drop

On your dimple

And your lips

You look down-

You look down

At five and a half feet

Under your eyes and

Your mama is watching

Through the misty window pane

Half thinking, half smiling

The perfect emotion of a mother

When she looks at her child

Who’s grown up

With the rain.