Don’t cry over spilled words,
things best left unsaid.
unkempt words on the table,
words that weren’t meant.
Pick ’em up
and put ’em back
in the boxes where they belong,
or fix ’em up to better express their emotion.
Maybe they’d work better in a song.
Sandra walked into the living room, where her mother was relaxing in a corner chair, reading. “Mom, what’s up with Dad?” she asked. Looking up, Sandra’s mother replied, “Why do you ask, Sandra?” “Well, he’s at his desk, writing. He seems upset.” “Oh, he’s fine. It’s probably just his allergies,” she replied, the corners of her mouth turned up a little. Sandra drew her eyes together in a frown. “What’s he allergic to?” At this her mother’s smile broadened and she chuckled before answering… “Your father says he’s allergic to ‘happy… and sad.'” she replied.
People underestimate the value of tears.
It takes more than sun to make the flowers grow.
Tears wash away disappointment and brighten the corners of smiles,
give reflection to fears and season our years.
Swim in or run through them but don’t forget to exercise your tears.