Little dots on a round head getting mistier and mistier. Looking around at the world closing to darkness. Blinking every few seconds, closing for long periods of time.
Ten little fingers painted or not. Wiggling around reaching, grabbing. Digging through sand or moving through air. Rubbing misty eyes, drying them off.
Lips moving. Opening and closing, getting hard, cracked. Rubbing against each other becoming moist, soft.
Body trembling up and down.
Sobbing, sobbing, heart’s content.
Shaking feet, fidgeting hands. Restless in chair, salty tears drops falling down.
Crying and crying forever.
(Free Verse)
Malia Ramos
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-tears/
