Infant Tears Poem by Lloyd Savage

Infant Tears



There's nothing ever
Moves me more
Than the tears
Of some infant small.
And I cry myself
Each time I hear
The cry of one at all!

Like little pearls
I've watched them run
Upon a pixie face
If only Mother's day
Be done
Without some tear to trace.

I'm sure there'd be
More happy smiles
And laughter in the air;
And none like these
When crying tears
Are on her children there!

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I got the idea for this poem while sitting in a hospital watching a child who cried and cried. Unlike what they said on the news to me it does make a difference not to pick up a child and console them when they cry, otherwise they'd lose a kind of respect of the parent and trust of security. Enjoy!
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