Forty Tears (For David Harris) - Poem by Melvina Germain
Whenever we loose someone through rejection
or as in death they depart, then we realize a
heartache is only forty tears away.
Death is not the reason for the sorrow in my
heart but each and every season the tears do
impart. I carry with me, the pain of yesteryear,
the pain that brings forth those forty tears.
Memories of you rest heavy on my heart, not
having you near me sweet sister, continues to
tear me apart. You are a part of me, you are my
genes, my blood. Without you in my life is like
a blossom without a bud.
Let us not go to our graves with issues unspoken,
and carry the pain of togetherness broken.
We must mend the seams and put together that
precious mould. The Lord gave us each other in
in trying times to hold.
I want to put all the pieces together and set the
record straight, taking all negative forces and
throw them out the gate. Having you back in my
life would return the missing link. Of that I'm
certain sister, I don't have to think.
The time is here and now, please mend with me,
forgive me for what I can not see. The bottom
line isâ€¦..there is a woman in my thoughts, whose
image is clear. This woman I miss year after year.
When the wind blows and the trees swish and
there's a hiss of a garden hose within the midst.
I stand and ponder, oh yes, everybody knows.
I do not keep a secret, my love for you still grows.
People near and far away, people whom I
treasure dear, I share my thoughts, my hopes,
my fears, again here comes those forty tears.
My Father in the heavens up above, oh sister,
they all know of this precious sisterly love.
Today I'm sending this poem to you, sister I
hope the meaning in my words clearly come
through. I'm reaching out gently and calm,
sweet sister, please place your hand in my palm.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
finsihed by Melvina Germain. Sometimes when our
hearts burns with sadness it is difficult to find the
words to describe that sadness so my friend called
for help. I hope you enjoy the read.
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