Member Poem

I caught your pearly teardrops
In my cusped hands.
They trickled through my fingers
And landed on a rocky pond.
A robin came and drank them
And sang a song of joy,
As it flew above your face
Dancing as if in a warm embrace.
I caught you smiling at the robin
And I too danced,
Now that the pearly teardrops
Reflected your smile,
Sparkling in my hand.