The tears fall,
We may not know why
Or what it is
That makes us cry.
Pain is apparent,
We hurt and weep
Frustration too
Emotions run deep.
A broken heart,
Sadness true,
Emptiness lingers
Our mood is blue.
A smile of yesterday
Memories so clear
Happier days
Yet we shed a tear.
Laughter calls
The tears roll down
Our cheeks and faces
Once creased in a frown.
What makes us cry
Varies for each
Of us and a time
That’s now out of reach.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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13 Responses to Cry

  1. Sadje says:

    So touching.

  2. Oh so sad, we cry. Very evocative piece Di. Love the art as well.

  3. Beautifully written, Di. Even tears can be made beautiful through poetry.

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