Still going through my papers. Still finding things which I find interesting.
This poem was written by a very young daughter Susan and dated 2/14/80.
I like it, although I’m sure Susan would write it very differently today.
AFTER THE RAIN
A singular droplet of crystalline water fell upon my brow,
Drawing my face upwards to see if the sky would begin to
Cry in earnest.
The heavenly shower began to pour around me;
Washing away the sins of the world in a sporadic burst of
Innumerable silver amulets.
The horizon was clothed in dismal grey as the relentless
Storm sent the nectar of the clouds crashing to earth in
Wind-blown fury.
My consciousness soon became as drenched and distraught as
The sparrow in the treetop, being thrashed about
By his maker’s own discontentment.
After the clouds had scoured the earth with efficient grace,
They retreated to their mountaintop mansion,
Allowing the sun to once again bathe the earth in brilliant,
Warming rays.
A spectrum of colours danced across the heavens
As the mist evaporated into clear, blue skies,
Reflecting the light of life in it’s entirety,
Radiance and joy were to be found everywhere:
For even in the frail web of the spider,
Translucent, shimmering specks of water gleamed like
Diamonds on a string.
Beauty was granted a chance to show full face
As the world responded to the precious gift the clouds
Had bestowed upon the earth.
*P.S. Don’t be concerned if I don’t post for awhile. I’ll be busy with other things.
View from Over the Hill 
That’s a keeper! Lovely poem!
Thank you. You’re sweet. Nice memories for me. But, oh, how did I ever accumulate so many papers? Cheers, Muriel
Such a beautiful poem, even if Susan would write it differently now!
Oh, I didn’t mean she’d necessarily change it, but she is more mature now. Yes, Susan IS very talented. Cheers, Muriel
A beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing. Also, since you mentioned it, I won’t worry if I haven’t heard from you if that’s the case. I will, however, be annoyed that you are probably doing things I should be but just can’t get motivated to do so even though I keep wishing things were so much easier to find or that I didn’t have “so many things I really need to get rid of”. Sigh.
Well, since nobody is as ancient as I am, I MUST get rid of some papers so my poor, suffering children don’t have to deal with all of it when they carry me out the door foot first. Chuckle. It IS time for me to be doing this. Cheers, Muriel
Good work, Susan. This is beautiful:
“A spectrum of colours danced across the heavens
As the mist evaporated into clear, blue skies,
Reflecting the light of life in it’s entirety,
Radiance and joy were to be found everywhere.”
Hey Susan: Look at Neil’s comment above. He’s right. It IS lovely. I used it here because I feel it is special and I am proud of your work. Love ya, Maughm
GACK! Teenage poetry — blech! I’d much rather read some more of Hans’ great stuff!
Dearest Dottur: It really Is especially great because it teenage poetry. I love it. I love you too. Maughm
Agree with you both, having been at both sides. Embarrassed at my mother’s love and gushing, and being accused of the same by my daughter.
You got it Jaya: You always understand. Much love, Muriel
Well, I love you too, Maughm, but I definitely do NOT love this poem. I have some vague memory of it being done for an English class assignment.
I know how old it is Susan: That’s what makes it so special for me. Much love, Maughm
Wonderful 🙂 Loved it.
So glad because I embarrassed Susan. I thought it was well done for someone so young at the time. Cheers, Muriel