The Visit
I went to visit you the other day,
a bunch of fresh cut flowers in my hand.
I only had a little time to spend-
Still you, I think, were glad to have me there.
I spoke about my troubles in your presence
You listen with an ever patient ear
You remind me that all trials are transient
That nothing dries as quickly as a tear.
Now that you and Mom are back together-
I can’t believe already it’s a year-
As often happens with long married hearts.
Does nothing dry as quickly as a tear?
With pain, I raise myself up from my knee
I say farewell with none around to hear
It’s just a lie we tell ourselves, my Da
That nothing dries as quickly as a tear.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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