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She loved to play in the wind.

Hair blowing in her face,

running faster,

faster than the very air,

that blew around her.

She was but a child.

Simplicity brought a smile to her face,

for what child,

played in the wind?

One day,

like any other windy day,

she ran outside,

coat on,

all bundled up,

but came back in,

with tears in her innocent eyes.

She looked up at her mom,

and asked her,

“why is the wind crying”

To which her mother looked outside to discover,

the first Autumn’s rain coming in.

She replied with this,

“It may seem like the very tears you cry,

are the tears of the wind blowing outside.

But really my child,

it’s the tears of your father.

He’s watching over you this day,

and will every other day,

that follows.”

So every time it rained,

and all the other children,

get sad and blue.

She smiles and says,

“Don’t worry it’s just my daddy

watching over me today.

He was lost in the towers,

and taken away.

So every time the wind cries,

I know just what to do.

I kiss the rain drops, look to the sky,

and say Daddy I love you too”



~*~ Jill ~*~