Tears To My Eyes Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Tears To My Eyes
She was chopping onions
The same day that she died
Tears had filled her eyes
From her food for thought
She cut her slender finger
Blood oozing...remembering
Memories of sad childhood
Years drenched in such loneliness
How can onions
Bring such tears?
And bittersweet memories
Carry lost and new-found joy?
i like the duality of tears. A delightful and also sad poem. Much enjoyed.
A beautiful poem encompassing a span of life full of action and memories- good and bad- evoking emotions. Thanks for sharing.
Rajnish, thank you so much for believing it to be a beautiful poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Dillip, heart-felt thx for adding this one to your favourites.