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Melody Love

(August 1, '99 / San Antonio)

My Tears

'Mother, do you hear that beating? '
(The sound of my heart ever repeating.)
'Mother, do you hear that rhythm? '
(The sound of me yearning for things I'll never know.)

'Mother, do you feel that heat? '
(The heat of stone upon my fleeing feet.)
'Mother, do you feel that warmth? '
(The warmth of the wild wind on my skin.)

'Mother, do you smell that breeze? '
(The breeze of the wild forests, flowers, and trees.)
'Mother, do you smell that salt? '
(The salt of the sea that makes me want to dance.)

'Mother, do you taste those hot spices? '
(The spices that make me care naught of my virtues and vices.)
'Mother, do you taste that sweet cake? '
(The cake that makes me feel like a little girl again.)

'Mother, do you see this destruction? '
(The destruction that came from our human corruption.)
'Mother, do you see my tears? '
(The tears coursing down my cheeks like snakes.)

These tears make my ever repeating heart stutter and stumble.
These tears make me yearn for things I'll never know.
'Mother, do you see my tears? '
(The tears warm as the wild wind on my skin.)
These tears burn me, like my fleeing feet upon stone.
'Mother, do you see my tears? '
(The tears for the dead forests, flowers, and trees.)

These tears smell and taste like the salt of the sea,
but I cannot dance in my sorrow.
'Mother, do you see my tears? '
(The tears that make me wish for hot spices;
to let go of my virtues and vices.)
These tears make me feel like a little girl again: vulnerable and afraid.
'Mother, ' I ask once more. 'Do you see this destruction,
This destruction that came from our human corruption? '
'...Mother. Do you see my tears? '
Tears of her own well up and spill, coursing like snakes down her cheeks.
'Yes, ' replies she. 'I see your tears.'

Submitted: Monday, July 18, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, July 19, 2011

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  • Marilyn Lott (7/20/2011 10:30:00 AM)

    You write like someone much older than 14, Melody. You do a great job, keep up the good work.

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