Tears

January 10, 2009
By Natalie Theaker, Ingoldmells, ZZ

I get caught in a tornado of memories as I look into his eyes,
And each tear is a bead of remembrance every time he cries,
As they roll down his cheeks towards his glowing grin,
An ancient memory dies and a new one will begin.


I remember when we were younger and we would walk hand in hand,
And when we wrote our names in the rich golden sand,
The butterflies in my stomach never flew away,
And my heart fell in my mouth as I thought of what to say.


That same chill still haunts my spine when I see his glowing face,
But a smile manages to creep in with a ballerina’s grace,
All those happy memories just keep flooding in,
Just like a tide as they roll down to his chin.

The author's comments:
I hope somebody reading my poem can relate to it as much as I can. I was inspired to write this poem when I was listening to a song on the radio written and performed by Stacey Ferguson.

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