The Teardrop

Like a child, dying of hunger,
One who doesn't understand,
You held your tears so tightly
`Though one fell into my hand.

It held all of the feelings
That you tried so hard to hide;
The pain and all the anger
That was held back by your pride.

Unknown to you, I caught it
And I placed it in a jar;
This little teardrop showed your soul,
Every dream and every scar.

It showed me all your visions
And it rippled with your name.
Since looking at the teardrop,
My life's never been the same.


© 2002 Pam H. Murray


June 5, 2002