Ode To Tears * 
                             By Antje Hill              
 There it was, way up in the tall oak tree,
 the kite that had brought lots of laughter.
   At the foot of the tree the little boy cried,
   for he knew it would be there ever after.

        The woman cried, the engagement was broken.      
     Where would she go from here?
  She cried and she cried, no answer came.
   Some things seem too hard to bear.

The stooped little lady touched his hand,
     then walked away with a tear.
 Their life had been good, but now it was over.
     She must walk now, without fear.

Those salty drops that come from our eyes,
  when we're sad or when we loose our way.
  They're like healing elixir, so let them come
 The sun will shine again another day.

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* Personal note:  Make yourself available to hurting people.
                       Let them talk.  All you have to do is listen. 
                Advice is not always the answer.

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