It’s like Kentucky in the fall,
      We talk about the weather,
And It’s sunny right now,
      She speaks of her own childhood
      And how my daughter gets her
      Strawberry red hair
             From her
But it’s slightly windy,
       We begin to fade out of conversation,                    
        But its ok because
              I just miss her voice
The clouds are here,
        She asks about the weather
        She forgets that she has already
        Asked about it
        But it’s ok,
             because she’s still here,
                   Talking on the phone
Thunder, it’s pouring now
         She asks if my daughters hair is red
         She wonders who she gets it from
She asks about the weather
              And I tell her,  
              I hope the sun comes back out