the rivers waltz to rapids
slowed by rocks they roll
your teardrops dancing
guided by the slow tempo
conveying heartfelt sorrow
as they gentle sway away
defused supporting new life
gone the tears the sorrow
your self esteem restored
may happiness be with you
now and till you are no more
your ever caring presence
your caring hands that tend
may peace goodwill love
be truly your best friends
the rivers waltz to rapids
slowed by rocks they roll
your teardrops dancing
guided by the slow tempo
conveying heartfelt sorrow
as they gentle sway away
defused supporting new life
gone the tears the sorrow
your self esteem restored
may happiness be with you
now and till you are no more
your ever caring presence
your caring hands that tend
may peace goodwill love
be truly your best friends
With good intent, take care,
Mick
Nice poem. It feels very innocent, though. Is that what you were going for?
I do believe so! 🙂
There is so much beauty in that one line. Very well said, or, rather, written.
Thank you 🙂
C’est magnifique, Phoebe. 🙂