In my creative essay class we were told to write poems that were descriptive. Below is what I came up with. I asked my teacher to choose a title for it, and she liked “Fresh Rain.”
The hot sun is beating down,
But I don’t feel a thing.
I look down at my hand,
and admire my diamond ring.
The light shown on it perfectly;
Like a prism, the colors caught my eye.
I remember how I used to feel:
Invisible – the loser. Memories made me cry.
That was my private secret
that I would never tell.
But now this beautiful ring is mine,
and he is mine as well.
I remember when we first met…
We fell for each other right away.
He was my opposite, popular and cool;
I started making new friends every day.
I am right with him now,
but he didn’t see me there.
I call out his name,
but he didn’t hear…
I remember my long white gown,
flowing elegantly like a wave.
Now I see my husband
staring at a grave.
This burning sensation swept through me.
Everything tingled, every part ached.
The rush was overwhelming…
From my lips, a wild scream escaped.
He didn’t even flinch.
No echoing sound of my pain.
The tear welled up and dripped,
just as if they were fresh rain.
I read the headstone:
“Here lies… loving wife. 1989 – 2010”
Back to the way I was before…