My Waterfall Remains

The pillow should've removed its tracks of tears by eight,
and made them all gone.
Instead the ninth hour showered a never-ending pond,

the pond would overflow and have its very own way,
soaking the pillow out of control
and creating for itself this lake.

At ten, the lake cried out for the ocean to join in,
the pillow conceded to the ocean and river for she knew;
it was a win, win.

By the eleventh hour the tears just refused to stop,
everything within just flooded out.
And I prayed for a "waterfall drought".

In the twelfth hour the wetlands bring no shame,
the pond joined the lake, ocean, and river,
causing a massive overflow of rain,
"The fountains also of the deep and the windows of heaven
were stopped and the rain from heaven was restrained" (Genesis 8: 2 KJV).
But. my waterfall remains.

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I, Reneé Drummond-Brown, am the wife of Cardell Nino Brown, Sr. and from our union came, Cardell Jr, Renee and Raven Brown. I am the offspring of Mr. and Mrs. Peter C. Drummond of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. My siblings are Delbert Drummond and the late Pastor Shawn Drummond. I was born in North Carolina, at Camp Lejeune, US Naval Hospital. I am a graduate of Geneva College of Pennsylvania, and my love for Creative Writing is undoubtedly displayed through my very unique style of poetry. My poetry is inspired by God and Dr. Maya Angelou. Because of them I pledge this: "Still I write, I write, and I'll write!" Renee's Poems with Wings are Words in Flight" can be seen at