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.