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Written by J.K.,
from the Northern Virginia Chapter TCF Newsletter,
March 1999
It was a storm I will always remember
The darkness,
my grief,
the lightning,
my pain.
The thunder was my crying
just thinking of your name.
It seemed to never end,
this never ending rain;
it was the tears I cried that slowly
eased the pain.
Today I saw a rainbow
peeking through the rain;
I heard the wind gently
whispering your name.
Life for me will never be the same.
to try to help ya all out...
This is two different sayings.
This is two different bullets.
This is two different buttons.
You may visit her sons memorial page at Maria's Tribute to Christopher.
If you would like to use the poem please email Maria. Thanks!
August 20, 2001