Gratitude: Day 28

Prompt: Letting go

This is not a new poem. This is a poem that I wrote a long time ago. But it works for this particular prompt.

Daughter by the Tomb

A Villanelle

Be still, mother, I pray for rain.

I am not the one to curse the day

Nor ask the dark to be light again.

The thunderous strikes are foreordained

and all winds blow a separate way.

Be still, mother, I pray for rain.

I shall not kneel where you have lain.

I will not lift you from the grave

Nor ask the darkness to be light again.

The rose thorn pricks but brings no pain.

The leaves grow brown, I cannot stay.

Be still, mother, I pray for rain.

The sun has dried the yellowed grain.

With withered face you felt each ray

And asked the dark to be light again.

The dew has left its glossy stain

And blends with tears I've wiped away.

Be still, mother, I pray for rain.

Don't beg the dark:  be light again.

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Last month, The Gal did a 30-day gratitude challenge. I've swiped it to do for July. Only I'm going to try to do it in rhyme, just because.