The one tear
Where does it begin?
Is it a thought delayed by reason and
later pushed thru by emotions?
That one tear that was showing, what?
Strong heart, strong mind and determined
constitution not to let it leak.
The battle was on for pride, or deep love.
My grandmother's beauty only softenened
by the rare moisture in her left eye.
Some goodbyes are harder than others. And
this one was exceptionally. Her words as
soft as cotton, but as powerful as iron.
"I hate to see you go. But I'm not going to cry. "
said my late grandma.
She wrapped her arms around her body. but
Time stood still as one priceless tear rolled
down her face that will forever be remembered
That's the ending.
Copyright © Dietra Reid | Year Posted 2018
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