The Tear Faeries

a poem by Floyd P. Whistle

In liquid space

tiny wonders

winged and colored

peer out at the world

encased in suctioned


The brave one

clasps hands


afraid to say

afraid to feel

the courage to cry

fused in a tiny

stone heart

that loss

or pain

or thought

could crack

When little fists release

with the warmth of an arm

a shoulder

a lap

the wee stone heart

can soften and warm

and beckon forth

a dot of tears

It stutters

then falls

cascading down

the softest face

the little winged ones

watch their watery world

dry away

They take flight

wings dry

hearts free

And thank the little one

who finally feels

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