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.