Tears

 

There is that much emotion

These little eyes

Can try to hold,

How much more can you fight?

Even though, I must admit

You have been bold

 

Bold enough,

That throughout the day,

You fought, you smiled, and also lied

But when the light disappeared,

No one looked:

You gave in, and you finally cried

 

I could see the pain -

The glacial melt

From all the streams of your yesteryears

They now grew large

Flooding the lands

In the infinity of a face of tears

 

Yet, that salty stream

Of your mourning eyes,

Is purer than our hearts can be –

For our grown-up love -

Purposeful, planned,

While even your tears come innocently

 

Such is life, a teacher hard

It taught you rainbows, fairies once

Now it’s showing that the clouds are grey

I can only hug you to your sleep

Knowing tomorrow,

You’ll older turn by one more day…

 

21^st November, 2025

 

Written after my daughter came back home one day, telling me that her best friend had left for another school for good. Knowing their friendship, I wondered how she kept a straight face. She stayed active throughout the day and every time I checked, she claimed everything was fine, these things happen.

Until at night, when she was supposed to be sleeping calmly, I could hear sobs and sniffles. It was when I gave her a hug that the dams broke, there was an overwhelming deluge, and finally a melancholic acceptance. I could only promise her a playdate someday in the future while she sobbed and fell asleep, perhaps hoping for dreams where reality had failed….