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by The JavaScript Source
 ~By Pixie~     By Marlene Porter April 1, 2001 I came to you last night and wiped a tear drop from your eye. I took it with me and I soared up to the sky. I dropped the tear and watched as it slowly fell. And came to rest in a lovely wishing well.  I stood by the well and watched your tear join the others. The tears of angel children's fathers and mothers. It rippled and spread and I lost it from sight. The wishing well was just so full of tears this night. I could hear murmurs of wishes that couldn't come true. And if my wish were granted I'd be right there with you. But God has His reasons why we children are here. And He shows us the way with each glistening tear. I gazed into the well and what magic did I see? Your tear came floating right up to me. I took the tear and gently put it back in your eye. For as long as you've tears my memory cannot die. At the wishing well we children gather round. And are amazed at the hundreds of tears to be found. As we gaze at our reflections in the waters. Your tears are joined by the tears of angel sons and daughters. But our tears are of joy and not those of sorrow. Tears here today that may be gone tomorrow. There is no shame in crying, it's really alright. We'll be there to touch your tears in the still of the night.  ~The Teardrop Project~ When Your Children's Memories Are Near     Marlene Fay Porter |
