How many tears will I cry these diamond tears?  My kids told me a story of a man who cried pearls with the loss of his wife, always chasing wealth.

  These diamond tears, there is no stopping the rain.  The anniversary of my first child(s) birthing day is coming.  His life stilled and I thought there would be no more worries.  Tonight I have felt Grief.  The tide broke with the startled squelch of a child at an unknown sound.  It bit.  My body did not jump only my mind to instant recall of smiling faces, precious moments of delight that only wiggling toeseys children possess.

  God why do the children age?  For them to be young forever is my only wish.  If I clap 3 times can the Fairys break the rules and stall time for a moment?  Just for a brief span of 50 years, for to hold this glistening tear for just a breath.

  To stay within the embrace of everlasting childhood.  Who made the rules about aging?  For to my eye it was not a blink but a long draught; the thirst unquenchable for smiles, laughter, slap stick child humor and direct honesty that only the young possess.

  This pain of love what be'eth thou that thine eye do'eth leak'eth so?  What pain of a mother(s) sorrow of remembrance joy begotten and fathomed only still in memory gone?  The softness of opening my heart bring'eth tears long not shed; intertwining the lost one with the grown.  I imagine he cries in Eternity for to be with his siblings and strike my hearts diamond tears to light, of antics not performed.

To be beholden to any I may be, locked within the Dove coos softly, Pearly wings wispy at new down as she tends her brood.