Childhood Cancer . Grief

Tears

On April 20, 2016 by

These tears are different from any other tears I have cried. They gather up until they spill out from corner to corner. If I try to stop them from spilling, they wait patiently until they have the upper hand and march out of my eyes and down my face. They are tears that distort your vision and wet your face completely.

They are ugly and cleansing and come from depths I never knew existed.

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I'm a mom with a heart split between my child on earth and my child in heaven.