As One Tear Drops

seasonal

A reasonable Season  which encourages well wishes and cheer...

for those who have little to want .

 

Another time of depression for those who have lost or are losing that which may make joy in their lives.

 

Bridges and cardboard boxes for homes, shelter from cold winds and absent huggs from people lost or never found.

 

We will remember them all this Season, children in rags and worn out blankets with a bedragled teddy or none at'all.

 

Candy canes do not dance and sugarplum- candied apples do not entice...

 

As One Tear drops.

 

 

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[Wendy Seames Garner]

This reminds me of the first time I ever met a homeless person, maybe twenty years ago. I was working the midnight shift at a grocery store, there was a bench in the lobby and free coffee inside. Most mornings I would find him sitting on that bench with a cup of coffee. One morning he was no longer there. He had been sleeping in the dumpster and the store manager had him kicked out. I later learned he was now sleeping in a dog house. So sad...

[Samuel Dickens]

The music is a perfect accompaniment to your meaningful, heartfelt words. (Don't know who Lara is, but she's quite talented) As a child, I knew hunger and shivering cold, so this subject is important to me.

[Aeternal Oceanfire]

This is quite beautiful! I love Zelda! Is that a violin or a viola?

[Emily B]

Colorado is remembering tonight, a candlelight vigil for all the homeless who lived and died on the streets in 2011. It could be that we should remember them wherever we may be

[Chris]

"We live as we can...
seldom as we want."

So many paths through the years -
roads less and less - traveled,
tears marking the footfalls.

...and you wonder - "...how..."
and remember each why
as you lay in the dark
and sometimes you shake with the
emotion that never really left -
the heart.
You kept it all held so tight within,
and you cry - and you aren't supposed to DO that -
THAT,
and you cry harder
because you just HAVE to -
cry...

I've gently, lovingly, longingly held
teddy bears
and given them too
and sat in the wet and cold gazing at nothings
- you CAN pray to die
meaningfully
and wishfully.
- you can accept
life
and the aftermath of living through
life
but seldom the surviving.

Chris

[Lydia Blackwell]

thank you for this reminder. and nice violin playing. it is one of my favourite instruments.

[Morrigan Nicole]

Very Heart-wrenching poem. It is so true, though, people who sit forgotten on the side of the road and others pay them no mind as if they are nothing more than a snowflake carried by the wind. Where I live there are many homeless people, most of them around my mom's bar. She is on very good terms with them and often asks them inside for a warm meal and something to drink.

Although there is one crazy lady who thinks she's in the FBI... or some weird crap like that. She used to stand outside the door yelling for my mother to let the hostages out. Another time she pestered our chef to let her in saying that she was the president of the United States. "Your not the president, you're not even black!" he told her and let in in anyway because is was cold and raining outside.

[?]

Yes indeed, we should always give or help when we can.
This time of year, not just the Christmas season but the cold weather season..I always take a ton of blankets down to the homeless shelters. Next week I will be baking goodies to take and I have purchased several toys and gotten donations of toys for some children. It is so wonderful to see a smile on there sad and lonely faces. It always brings not just one tear but many to my eyes. Im not bragging or boasting, just trying to make a point as you have. Im thinking I need to do more, and not just in this season but year round. Thanks for reminding us, I do think we forget how lucky we are. Thanks

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Yes, we need remember these and their pain in this season and try to do everything we can to help. A beautiful piece.

[M.E.Lyle]

Wow, how we sometimes forget how lucky we are sometimes. So many have so little, and yet our lives go on as though they don't exist. Thanks for insightfully reminding me of that other world out there. This work evokes a lot of emotional termoil within my consciousness.