What can I do with all these tears?
I'd never before seen the connection between weeping tears
And the tears that rip you open until now
Now as I feel my heart being torn open again the tears flow freely
What's the thing about grief that punishes me so much for loving?
What can I do with all these tears?
Can I collect them and wash myself free of the memories
That constantly nibble at me now?
But you are all around me and within me, both outside and at home
There is the scent of you, enticing but sadly out of reach
What can I do with all these tears?
Let them fall and get them to send a message of lasting love
That will forever be in my heart
Telling you of your children and grandchildren, of music and birds
Of the sea and the hills and wind and rain and of holding your hand
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The loss is so wild here, slashing wild and deep -- this pain is always ahead of whatever slow healing is to come. Feel your pain, brother. Long relationships go so deep into the heart.
ReplyDeleteOh this made me cry 😥 words aren't enough to express just how beautiful this poem is.
ReplyDeleteLoss is sad, but it is our job to find accommodation for our losses. I know she would want you to live and love in celebration, for her.
ReplyDeleteMy new favourite, Robin. You have written love and loss the way it feels, so beautifully. I especially love what you tell her in your closing lines.
ReplyDeleteOh, Robin... that refrain squeezes at the heart and makes it weep all the tears your poem speaks of. The first line made me stop, take a deep breath, and hope not to melt into sorrow...
ReplyDeleteI think you should bless the tears, they are often a blessing... let nobody tell you anything else.
ReplyDeleteYes those tears that rip us open are the hardest to heal and they don't seem to lessen much after many years....but I am beginning to find the joy in the memories after all what else is left.....beautifully written and tugging at my heart.
ReplyDeleteThe use of repetition is powerful and as a a reader I wonder. What can I do with all these tears? I think tears need to be shed it helps release sorrow. Tears are real and your poem made me weep.
ReplyDeleteThis is very sad, Robin. You write with such depth about grief. It is hard to know what to do with one's tears except to let them flow.
ReplyDeleteI loved this Robin. Honest and so very real in its feelings
ReplyDeleteI could feel your grief piercing my heart as I read these words. i love your honesty, your authenticity and how you express your sorrow. Beautifully sad.
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ReplyDelete"What's the thing about grief that punishes me so much for loving?"
A profound write Robin.
Thank you for dropping by my sumie Sunday this week
Much❤💛❤love
Tears have to fall...so that the healing can begin somewhere. So much grief.
ReplyDeleteOh Robin! This is my new favorite, a surprising love poem, to be so filled and spilling over and sharing forever.
ReplyDeletethis is such a touching poem.
ReplyDeletethose tears, are not signs of weakness, but strength.
This made me cry. So beautiful
ReplyDeleteThis brings more tears to read. We know we are alive and that we love when we feel so much.
ReplyDeleteThis is so tenderly penned. The poignant and emotive use of repetition that begins each stanza, is both eloquent and impactful. Lovely close on this piece, Robin.
ReplyDeleteThis is very beautiful, Robin, and pierces the heart.
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