A Short Collection of Poems
Written for my Family
To my family—
Though I see each of you in a different light, you have all taught
Me a deep and fundamental appreciation
And the thunderstorm
Though storms will rise and fade,
You remain with me
And each thunderstorm
Brings me closer to you
When I was a little girl
Before we moved away
How we used to sit outside on the porch
And watch the lightning
Dance across the sky.
Tonight, I have moved back
And you are not here
But I sit outside my door
And marvel at the raw power
As the lightning splits the night sky
Pure white light
Illuminating the ghostly trails of
Low clouds as they rise
Through the sky
As the thunder shakes the ground below me.
I love to watch the thunderstorms, dad
It reminds me of you
And the happy times of childhood
So long ago—
When we sat on the porch
And watched the lightning dance.
For this gift.
Tonight I am farther away from you
Than I’ve ever really felt—
But I can feel you here with me.
The same storm rolls through the sky
The rain pours in torrents
Running off the roof in great founts
The lightning flickers across the sky
Freezing life for a moment
The delicate crystal raindrops hanging in the
They are you, bringing nourishment and life
To all they touch
In an infinitely dynamic beauty—
Leaving its own unique
And irrevocable, yet gentle mark
On the life it touches.
For being my rain.
I was seven, I think
You asked me what thunder was.
I didn’t know then
That the rolling, booming sound
Was the sound of lightning
And the raw energy release
It is that energy of mind
And thirst of knowledge
That I remember best about you.
Whenever thunder thrums across the sky—
I remember you.
For teaching me
The science of the storm.
Christina D. Steel
06 June 2001
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