The Tenth of November

The Tenth of November

By Veronica Robbins.

She was born on the tenth of November in 1941
As an early frost announced that winter was near
And a cold rain cleansed the earth and forced the celebrations to remain indoors
She was pure potential
A new life of possibilities
Her home was filled with warmth and love on that November day
That the chilled rain could not quell

She celebrated her last birthday on the tenth of November in 2006
As a cold rain turned the last remnants of summer’s dust into mud
And mixed with her daughter’s desperate tears
Her life was slipping away
She was letting go
But her hospital room was filled with warmth and love on that November day
That the frigid rain could not quell

Her daughter sits outside every year on the tenth of November
On dry and sunny days she remembers the laughter
And on chilly rainy days she remembers the pain
She releases it all with both smiles and tears
She promises to remember
She holds her mother close
And her heart is filled with warmth and love on each November day
That the icy rain will never quell

Ver 083014 smallVeronica Robbins is a published author of both fiction and nonfiction who has been writing professionally for the last 20 years. In addition to writing fiction and poetry (her first love) she is also an expert grant writer and copy writer.  When she’s not writing, she’s watching baseball, enjoying her children, reading, and trying to train her dog, Handsome, who so far has been very successful at training her. You can follow Veronica on Facebook or through her blog, A Writer’s Journey.

2 Comments for “The Tenth of November”

says:

I love the reoccurrence of the chilled, frigid, and icy rain lines that bring the poem so nicely together and bring back the connection of the day she was born to day she has passed away. Very warm, gentle and so resonant with nostalgia. Beautiful!

Becky

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