TEARS SEEM TO COME TOO EASILY TO ME OF LATE
WITHOUT WARNING..
THEY FLOW AS I WATCH A NEWBORN BABY CRY, A BIRD SING ..
OR FLY ACROSS THE SKY...
A SONG FILTERS IN THE AURA OF NIGHT.
MEMORIES RETURN IN FLIGHT
OF THE MAGIC OF YOUR TOUCH,
THE CURLS IN YOUR HAIR,
THE SMILE ON YOUR FACE.
I SEEM TO WAIT, STRAINING TO HEAR
THE SOUND OF THE TELEPHONE RING,
THE VIBRATION OF THE ENGINE AS YOU PULL
INTO THE DRIVEWAY.
IT SEEMS SO LONG AGO, AND YET LIKE
YESTERDAY..WHEN I SAID; "SEE YOU LATER, BABE!"
IN THE MIRROR THE REFLECTION SHOWS MY AGE,
BUT IN MY HEART, I AM THAT CHILD BRIDE AGAIN.
SO THE TEARS COME WITHOUT WARNING...
BUT I KNOW, WE SHALL MEET AGAIN.
YOU WILL DRY MY EYES AND I SHALL SMILE AGAIN.
original poem: by RoseAnn Procopio
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