Joy
THE tears that flowed,
flowed like a babbling river.
Running, flowing, like a gentle current,
tugging at the heart string.
A unfathomable joy, busting,
making each tear ,drift,
drop, like a cascading waterfall.
Clear, crystalline
drop,
drop,
drop.
The downward flow, spiraled,
To the sleeve down below.
No more joy could hold the heart
as I gazed upon the tiny face.
As a new life appeared,
the heart consumed,amidst
The tears running
drop,
drop,
drop
until the flow finally stopped.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2011
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