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One last tear
One last tear leaped from her eye-- in heroic slow-mo -- hesitant to dive down to the vast unknown... far below. Long he had clung fast to the side of the aquamarine pool, as the waterfall rushed past it, from its swimming school. He had practiced and practiced how to hold his wet nose, still, he was paralyzed with fright, as any new diver knows. He felt weak in the knees, unwilling to make the long jump, and he was positive that was his heart going thump-thump. He had waited so long already, in numb anticipation, maybe she needs me up here! (A wishful premonition!) Hey, he didn't mind the thought of remaining behind all alone, longing to become her comforter, as her woes she did bemoan. As she whimpered out loud, he couldn't help hearing... So he had grown kind of fond of her -- the poor dear thing! He couldn't believe it was time to do what he had been taught: to make a brave splash, conjured from one sad, pitiful thought. The tear didn't understand what that sad thought was, when he asked her Why? -- she only sobbed: Because! First, he offered to stay up there to assist with her vision, but she assured Little Tear that --to cry-- was his mission. Do I really have to? I love you! Please don't make me go! Yes, my sweet Little Tear, by leaping, devotion you'll show! Well, that settled it, he couldn't let her think he cared not, besides, he dreaded the alternative: (post-nasal drip snot). She had warned him of that: the emotion-caused cold, he just fell more head over heels, as she sweetly did scold. So with the one last impassioned act he could possibly do, he dropped down emphatically -- like a rose petal's last dew. Reminiscing, he felt as if they were My Fair Lady and Freddy, as she held him close in her handkerchief, feeling better already. She kissed the monogram right by him -- he counted a total of seven, Seven tender kisses! Oh my goodness, this must be teardrop heaven! One Last Tear Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Silent One February 5, 2019 Deadline: Saturday, March 2, 2019
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