she wept, cleansing tears
at least I hoped they were so
they seem unending
flowing liquid streams
sorrow, like a tsunami
emptying in waves
compounding her pain
fresh sadness on top of old
fossils ‘neath her heart
all words feel hollow
burdens carried, she is still
her world, it is dark
i know there is light
i’ve felt the warmth on my back
it has filled my heart
come, sit next to me
we can gaze at the sun, stars
feel joy, dream with me
Yiddish Proverb:
Gold glitters even in the mud. Gold gliterz afilu in di blote.
