The First Tear
I wiped away the first tear
from my newborn baby’s face.
In another place, another
time,
you wiped away the first tear
that rolled down your baby’s
cheek.
As new mothers, we could not
know
that both our precious children
would die as young adults
in heart-wrenching ways.
In other places, at other
times,
we each cried for our lost
children.
But the first tear to fall
was not mine, nor later was
it yours.
The first tear to fall—was
God’s.
Caryl Calsyn is a retired
Interior Designer with involvements in many areas including history, writing
and singing groups. She has had a total of 86 poems published by nine different
publications.
Dear Caryl,
ReplyDeleteYour poem is meaningful to me because a dear friend lost two lovely grandchildren; she too is a Godly woman who knows that the first tear belonged to the Lord.
Thank you,
Michael
Good Caryl, with tears of loved ones wiped all the way through but the ending had me wipping tears of my own. I love this realistic imagitive writing.
ReplyDeleteYancy
Caryl,
ReplyDeleteA good poem. Congratulations on your successes. May you continue to get published, and if you want to pay the $8 fee, I would love to have you back in The Poet's Art.
Yours truly,
David Fox