A memory not easily forgotten

that can easily vanish.

The year of 2007 on a cloudy day,

a black cat awaits at the front door.

A trail of words from a sobbing mother 

rains upon a child.

A child young enough to learn many things.

The words soaked into the child's head.

It then started to rain outside.

"Your great grandpa...died."

The innocent mentality of the child ceased to exist.

Tears flooded the child's eyes.

It was indeed a rainy day.

Later in life, the spoken words became the unspoken.

The unspoken words can still be heard till now

while the rain pours down.

This poem is about: 
My family
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