THE COLLECTOR 2
The day you first burst forth,
from a dark silent place.
I was there,
to hear the first fluttering beats;
of your heart race.
As your lungs filled,
and exploded with a bellow.
I knew this was only the first,
of many gatherings to follow.
As you walked, then ran;
and earned your first skinned knee.
I was there again to gather;
what belonged to me.
Through all your first loves,
that broke your heart.
I was there,
gathering;
doing my part.
When your true soul mate,
went to bended knee.
I was there,
to collect my fee.
This time was different
my gathering;
shimmered, almost silvery bright.
Seeing this,
made my heart light.
Only one more time,
would my gathering bring such pleasure.
That time came,
when you held;
your own little treasure.
Now I knew,
my job was not nearly through;
I had your little one,
to collect from too.
Through all of these years,
I was always there as;
your collector of tears.
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