Rain Falls Down My Face

• Alyce Donaldson, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2009

Rain falls down my face
as memories come and go
Family and friends
gather round her grave
In agony to love and mourn

I can't believe
that this has happened
to her out of everyone
'Why her?' I ask myself
'Why her?' I ask my Mum

And why is the rain
falling down my face
Mum says in a loving
soothing tone
It's not the rain
it's you crying with love

My family smile at me
then look back at her
she's now in a safe place
she's in peace and quiet
but even so
the rain still falls