Tears Poem by emerson achari

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