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MISSISSIPPI RIVER TEARS
Did you hear my cry? Did its sound reach heaven? I am a man She is a woman The one who draws me Close into the moment She feels my pain She sees my tears There is no reproach I have lost my mother We have lost our son I have lost my job I am losing myself Still she stays There is no reproach She willingly holds my tears They overflow and wet her neck Quietly and quickly they dry Heaven can you hear my tears? Can you see and feel their pain? She does, and adds her grief to mine. Earthene Fleming May 18, 2011 Author’s Comment This poem is taken from suffering of the people who endured the flooding of the Mighty Mississippi River in the spring of 2011. {/b}{/b}
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