I called them teardrops, knowing well
that they would dropp without a thought
on tablecloths and counters and on me.
Boys do not cry she'd say, one must be strong,
...
Read full text
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
Lovely and so soft, Herbert. Very touching. Thanks for sharing.