Monday, July 25, 2011



Bitter the tears that will not fall
Although our hearts are broken,
Our senses are numb and we regret
The words we left unspoken.

Painful the tears that sting and burn
As we choke to hold them back.
Difficult the days as we struggle on
And we seek the courage we lack.

Sweet are the tears that wash our eyes
And bring an easing of the pain,
They give to us a strength
Like sunshine after rain.

Sweet are the tears that freely flow
Bringing much needed relief,
They are part of the learning, 
The coping and acceptance of grief.

Healing the tears that finally come
When we think we can take no more,
They allow us to take tentative steps 
And walk to the future’s door.

©   Linda J. Vaughan