The Tear


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In memory of my mother. May you rest on angels wings.

The Tear

For every tear that I cried you were there.
For every pain that I felt, you took it away.
For all of my bruises, bumps and scrapes, you gave me a kiss from the angels to take the pain away.
After you were taken by death himself,
I realized that I would be by myself.
Alone in this cold world with carnivorous wolves,
I suffer silently, rejected and despised,
Only to be judged by individuals eyes.
Words cannot explain how I miss you so.
With kisses on my forehead and warm milk to help me sleep,
I now stand alone, cold, lonely, and afraid to weep.
Although your memories will always be with me, the tears that I shed, shall help to remind me,
Of the times of laughter and love that is now absent in my life,
I shed this tear for you.
May you rest on the wings of angels.

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dragonheart1 commented on The Tear


Tears always are hard to supress. But we always have memories of what he have lost....This is a great poem!

MOMofTWINS commented on The Tear


Wow, what an intense poem. Your pain is very easy to feel through every single line... You have done an amazing job with this and I wish I could give you some great advice for being able to keep you head up but I can't... I have lost someone very special to me too, so I know how difficult it can be to wake up and go on with your life everyday. If you get anything out of loosing someone dear to you maybe its the wonderful poems that will help others through their difficult times.



Thank you for your words of wisdom. Although each day does not get easier, i want to get through the days a quickly as possible. I hope in the future someone can read my poetry and feel something about themselves whether past or present. Thanks MOM

passionsdance commented on The Tear


Losing someone that we love is never easy . In this poem I felt like I was talking to some of the people that I have had to say goodbye to. Very vivid. good work

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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