Missing a Daughter


The rain reminds me of you.
Baby cheek turned
the pillow moist
as pudgy pink fingers play hot, humid air.
Will you ever have curls?

The rain danced with you.
Hand-me-down gumboots
outsized puddles
ponds for squealing defiant delight.
Are you coming inside?

The rain cried your tears.
Frustration and friendship
pain and laughter
soothing cuddles and slamming doors.
Tell me your troubles please

The sun saw you go.
Full on your face
confident smile
signature bears who wish they could ask -
Who will you miss the most?

Your room is untouched.
Void and voiceless
buried in bedding
sucking your scent as soft tears fall.
for the rain reminds me of you.


©Leigh Hay