Every day alive I’ve cried
Between both eyes
Five millilitres a day
That’s historical crying done
Three hundred and sixty five of them
Over years of fifty one.
Ninety three litres of salty emotion
Flowing back into our oceans
I know I’m not alone
I feel people’s love to my bones
Faithful we continue to be
Regardless of all we see
The End
by Samantha “unextraordinarybint’ Harris
Self explanatory poem about how much fluid has left my eyes in the form of tears over my life time. The current tragedy of Covid19 in my country and others around the world making me especially sad…the distraction tactics of our press and greediness of our governments to keep power, the determination of others to destroy perceived threats and real threats, tears for those who protect us, tears for those who have lost loved ones and tears for my own loss.
That’s a beautiful poem, Samantha! But I also came here to offer my thanks for your recent decision to follow Learning from Dogs. Thank you!
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I’m pleased you liked the poem.
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Aww thank you. It is a pleasure to follow your blog, I recommend it.
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A timely and poignant poem, Samantha. Well done!
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