<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=555019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hailstone Food</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My father loved the rain <br>Rain with hailstones<br>Twenty years gone past<br>When green and blue <br>Was all I knew<br>No red of blood<br>Nor ‘supreme’ of white<br>Nor ‘beauty’ of black<br>Just green and blue and love<br>It rained with hailstones<br>White stones from heaven<br>My father knelt down<br>On wet September grass<br>His head to the sky <br>Few stones in his hands<br>My father said <br>‘‘Thank you Lord for hailstone food! ”<br>I recall less of other days<br>When it didn’t rain<br>Perhaps such days were spent<br>Patiently waiting to say<br>“Thank you Lord for hailstone food! ”<br>Twenty years long wait<br>Four hearts waiting, breaking<br>My father waiting, breaking<br>Waiting! ? <br>But every body waited for him<br>I think my father never knew<br>About the power within him <br>To make the rain fall<br>Down once again <br>And hailstones to scatter <br>His September lawn<br>I know now <br>He was a patient man<br>Yesterday I dug a hole<br>And I closed a chapter <br>With all my childhood’s tears<br>I put my father in the ground<br>Funny this: <br>As the body went down<br>The clouds began collecting<br>As the sand filled the hole<br>The rain began to fall<br>And as we left the site<br>White stones scattered the land</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=LLM+Mbatha">LLM Mbatha</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=555019" data-title="Hailstone Food de LLM Mbatha" data-description="My father loved the rain Rain with hailstones Twenty years gone past When green and blue Was all I knew No red of blood Nor ‘supreme’ of white Nor ‘beauty’ of black Just green and blue and love It rained with hailstones White stones from..."></div> </div> </div>

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