Tears

There are many kinds of tears

to cry some
of them is my greatest fear.

Mommy keeps on telling me to cry when I am hurt.

For her it’s the only way to release the pain.

But daddy is different he doesn’t want me to cry,

I never see him crying and I don’t know why.

My teacher told me that tears are precious,

they remove the stain of pain and anxious

I already saw a lot of people crying:

a baby crying for a milk;

young boy asking a penny;

broken hearted lad and spinster;

parents who failed their marriage.

I saw them crying,

I saw their tears,

my compassion foments

and I cry too.

Why?

I don’t know why?

All I know I can feel
every single 
drop of them.

And I believe 
they are

worth

shedding.

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