John Dixon
A FLOWER’S TEARS
A taverna, back of nowhere
strong spirit to ease the soul
a small child with care drawing
pencil slow in motion
Just a moment of nothing
a few moments out of time
to glance at the moving pencil
and the graceful hand that held it
Such care and concentration
whatever could her picture be?
to move the head a little closer
to see what eyes could see
Eyes took in her heart was crying
for a life that would never be
hers’ only toil and birth
and the misery that is Earth
Some they bloom in springtime
the mountain crocus blooms in fall
yet this was the very first time
the eyes took in a flower’s tear
