It Was

It Was

It was raining hard that night and as each drop pelted on the leaves
It carried your  thoughts
Streaming in the rain storm
To my  sleeping mind...

Oh yes, I admit I thought  how you were faring
So fragile so old
Surely feeling cold
Frightening that no one may hear you call
From the hut they segregated you in...

Your voice far too feeble a wisp of a croak
Your eyes two shining tears unthawed
The pain of being violently cast aside
Writ upon the bent and borrowed frame from time.

I  sat at your feet after touching your gnarled and dirty nails.
I remembered once  upon a wedding  day...
How strong graceful and agile
How necessity and utility  defines  values in our lives.

And I  heard elders chant in your ears
Now's a good time  Go to God my dear
I'm sure even  the devil would  have found it unkind
To rub death wound to dying mind.

The night  you  stayed your last with such loving kin
In that lonesome room they caged you in
I slept far away hugging my pregnant  dreams
And in the falling rain
Heard your tears scream
Are you cold my mind asked
The moon whispered that too shall pass
Ice cold maiden brides we gather
When daughter wife or mother
Would rather
Have you  passover...
passover ....
Passover
...
I wouldn't know what you heard in the breeze
What caused by and by all pain to cease
My unborn child too shall perhaps never know
Two gnarled arms and a gentle strength to grow...

The  arc has passed away of your life.
A tearful tangent meeting mine
A new arc begins within
All These paths have crossed sometime. ..

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