He certainly wasn't popular

with the other clouds

in the sky

as the little grey cloud

had a predispostion

to cry.

The other clouds were soft

and pillowly

and covered in white

and it left the little grey cloud

feeling

a bit uptight.

He kept to himself

and on sunny days

he hid

for it was an inferiority complex

in which

he slid.

The other clouds called him a baby

and a precipitation

of pain

as their days

would be spoiled

by his constant rain.

If a social pariah and loser

was his lot

in life

how could he overcome

his anxiety

and ease his strife?

Luckily,

Mother Nature

must have a balance too

where equal amounts

of rain

were overdue.

The little grey cloud

had a reason

to cry

or else the crops

and the flowers

would all just die.

The sun would come back

to do

his thing

and the harmony

allowed the green grass of summer

to openly sing.

So please cheer up

little cloud

of grey.

For you are

most beautiful

in your own way.

It's important

that you exist

and prove your worth

to keep

everything growing

on planet earth.

******************************************************

I hate this cancer

for what it's done

to you

and every little thing

that you've gone

through.

My heart is an anchor

on the bottom

of the sea.

Why can't God take note

and just let you

free?

I confess I'm strong

but deep down

inside

I am a broken man

who has been cheated

and denied.

Your smile has not changed

since

the day we met.

Although,

of this outcome,

I'll never be set.

I try to smile

in order to show

my strength.

In truth your suffering

has gone on

for a length.

I sit here everyday

and hold a hand

that's weak.

If there were an answer

then my conscience

would seek

a way to help you

rise

from this bed

and reach

the 50th anniversary

of the day we were wed.

In your mirror

is where

you'll always find me

with a hope

together

we'll end this misery.

My love is flourishing

and can only

grow.

You're still the same

pretty girl

from all those years ago.

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You scraped your knee

so I held

your hand.

The tears still fell.

I tried

to understand.

It was my fault.

I pullled the wagon

too fast

but tears

on a little girl

can never last.

I promised you a bounty

of sweets

from the candy store

while bragging

I'd been there

once before.

It's on the other

side

of this busy road

but if mom finds out

we'll both

get told.

You're no longer crying

as you jump

back on.

I can tell by your smile

the hurt

has gone.

Let's embark on our adventure

now.

I have a quarter to spend.

It's funny how

the anticipation

can always mend

my little sister

who puts her life

in mine

because trust is a gift

that only love

can define.

So please,

before we get there

and you fill your tum

remember

to keep your mouth shut

and don't tell mum!