Milda Morse


The Tear Catcher - Poem by Milda Morse

I hold the tear catcher
On my cheek,
Capturing liquid emotions
As I weep.
Whether for joy
Or deepest sorrow
I save my tears
For all tomorrows.
Into a jeweled tear bottle
My tears are poured.
Displayed for all to see
How much you are adored.
My tears are poured


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 25, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 27, 2010


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