When The Storm Comes

When the storm comes around,
You're my umbrella,
With holes.
When it gets cold outside,
You're my jacket,
That's wet in the rain.
When my glass of water gets low,
You're my half empty,
Not half full.
When the sun comes out,
You're my cloud,
That blocks out the happiness.

When the storm comes,
He's my shelter,
And warm blanket.
When it gets cold outside,
He's my hot chocolate,
And snowman in the yard.
When the glass of water gets low,
He's the one to fill it back up,
With lemonade.
When the sun comes out,
He's right there with me,
Soaking it up.




Poetry by Valerie
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Written on 2006-10-28 at 06:00

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
How did I miss this one? This is brilliant! It's such a great lesson on knowing people and how they affect you. You are so wise.
2007-01-07


Jessica Rexroat
Valerie, Valerie I keep saying it but I can't help myself...I am so proud of you. By the way do I know these two people, I am guessing, hmmmm.....
2006-11-01