Raindrops glisten on nature's leaves
Tears from a lonely lover
I gently swab them with my sleeve
Like a tender, caring Mother
Raindrop tears inside our hearts
Cleansing all our love
Our souls are free as showers depart
With spirits from above.
Linda Hurdwell has been a widow for 5 years. She has two adult sons. Living in the English countryside, she takes her dog, Bessie, for a daily walks and that's where many of her poems and stories are born. She has always loved writing and has a few short stories published. Although now a pensioner, she enjoys working with adults with learning disabilities and running a mencap social club once a week. Her hobbies are writing, tap dancing, and going to the theatre or cinema with my friends.