TEARS
Tears start falling,
Fall like rain,
no more sorrow,
no more pain.
Sit beside me,
let me cry,
sleeping mommy,
say good bye.
Above the clouds,
see the sky,
glad reunion,
morning light.
Up with Jesus,
let me sing,
waiting for you,
my loved ones bring.
Written by Virginia L. Oldham 4/15/09
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Dear Lord Jesus | 1 | 06/23/2009 |
| I had a friend named Toni | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
| TEARS | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
| Poetry is a way of looking at life | 1 | 06/23/2009 |
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