It Rained the Day My Father Died

Written by a man who saw the day his father died. Written by a man who saw rain with thunder and lightning. Written to the man, who could read between the lines; who had felt the pain of the loss of a loved one at one time or another. He who could purchase spare time to ponder on the reason for living. He who sits on the seat of now with the touch of memory of after now. He who remembers the merriment and the memory after the merriment. Written to a man with either a church or a creed.
Written for all men regardless of birth. By free or fair, live for now with a fair heart, for the joy of life is in now and the pain of the dead is in the grief. Reviews "I just read Ode to the Moon and Hope, and the intro of your book and had to have a little cry...you know that I lost my mother three years ago? It touched that part of me, so seen from art's point of view, you did very well." Brigitte Gerlach, author of Pteridophyta and Autumnfire, Germany Thank you for sharing this wonderful book of poetry with me. I lost my best friend at the beginning of Covid, and it's been very difficult. I enjoy reading poetry from other poets' points of view. You did an excellent job. 5 stars