Catching Rain: Poem

Singing my song, of tears masking delight.
Stewing in madness, preparing for the fight.
The road to the park, paved wicked and bright.
Marching along, headstrong because I’m right.

Approaching the battle, mindful of the upcoming scene.
The park full of grass, trees covering, and green.
People crowding and looking, betting on whose most mean.
The covers ripped off, two warriors, machines.

They stand, they stare, they hesitate then delight.
Onlookers rowdy, enjoying a good fight.
The sun shines down, reflecting off the armor bright.
A kick, a punch, a hook, then a left, then a right.

One falls down, the crowd finds pleasure in this scene.
The park a mess, ripped apart, where’s the green?
Trampled all over, destroyed by force; this is what I mean.
The people have gone, the park in peace, those wretched machines.

Watching serenely as they both traipse thru'
Knowing how life without them would just never do,
Cautiously I assess their haphazard games
Mentally capturing memories 'tween frames,
Recalling their births which seem like yesterday
I grow forlorn for many long lost a day,
With each passing moment my adoration grows tenfold
As I grasp in wonderment at my progeny like gold,
I hope and I pray my that health endures
To proudly watch as my son matures,
And to witness my daughter as she chastises her own
for attempting the very things that cause her to now moan,

How I applaud my mum for all she has done
I thank her for each and every one
The warnings, the laughter, and yes . . .even the tears
Through all the memory filled days, months and years