If only my tears had healing powers,
I would have cried a few on her
and brought her back,
so I could call her today
to share my pain.
If the salt of my eyes
could take away disease
I would not have lost so much
and I'd be keeping what
must be lost tomorrow.
I would dial the familiar number
just like I did the week after
she left us alone and grieving,
to share the pain of losing
yet another, to seek her comfort.
But my tears are just tears
they don't heal disease or pain
they don't bring back what was lost
so many years ago, or prevent the
loss of tomorrow that must come.
My tears are just memories of
a past, a present, a future event,
of joy of death of life of pain of pride,
they are Candy, Jennelle, Grandma, DK, Snowy,
and all those of yesterday.
Those who now live in my heart,
and those of tomorrow, who will soon
live only in my fallen tears,
as my beautiful Rowdy
whose pain will be no more.