Weather
Friday, 09 May 2025
Faith Shearin wrote a poem which began, ‘There is weather on the day you are born and weather on the day you die.’ This was a prompt we used at CBtoo this week and this is what I wrote.
There is weather on the day you are born
And there will be weather on the day you die.
There was hoarfrost on the day Sebastian was born
Crisp, clean ice crystals coating every tree
Beauty that tinkled when a whispered welcome
came on the breeze.
The day Alexander started to arrive
Turned into a hot, hot neon-lit night
Sticky, sweaty, scary, messy
They used salad forks to pull him out
And he appeared smeared and with a pout.
David too was a summer baby, a night baby
There must have been weather then too
He caused trouble, worried the doctors
They pulled him out through a big smiley wound in my belly
When he took my first milk next morning
Blackbirds were singing, the sun was shining
All was well with the world.
It rained the day we were married
Chucking down so the hem of my dress
Was splattered in the churchyard
Very auspicious, no doubt, for a water engineer.
It rained when we touched down
The family, in Nepal
Rain was a benediction
Our friends said - a blessing
Fortelling good fortune
Smiles, frollicks and laughter
Lots and lots of laughter.
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