Two streaks ran down
parallel
Bother i did not
to wipe away
Amazing they were, frustrating
Whether it be joy or sadness
they come
Mysterious droplets
with taste of salt
they were
at least to me
I clutched myself
full of laughter
as memories called
They are no sign of weakness
nor a privilege only few have
I remember it well
the words o my mum
Yet she is no longer
nor even dad
They began to roll again
now a drizzle, a torrent later
Amazing they were, fustratig
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