A Teardrop From Your Eye - by Susie Hemingway

I saw the teardrop from your eye

you turned your head, a little sigh,

you feel your pain, but seldom say

"yes it's been a difficult day"

the courage of this daily battle,

you're brave and steadfast, it's your way

never letting in the sadness that

begins at dawn and ends at sleep.

I saw the teardrop from your eye

it made me angry, it made me cry.

The changes you accept so well

must be for you, a living hell,

to not be steady on your legs

to feel so sick, you need your bed.

You sit and drink the world right in

in quiet ways, you always sing,

you smile as if a secret brings

a gift of happiness within.

I saw that teardrop from your eye

it made me angry, it made me cry.

Your quiet ways and inner peace

accepting all, not giving way

just hoping for another day.

To sit and be, in joyous calm

not asking for a magic charm,

if it were me, I'd scream and shout

your so determined, there's no doubt

such dignity, such pride, but

I saw that teardrop from your eye

it made me angry, it made me cry.

When all about you rush and bother

you sit and watch and quietly be

your love for me so clear to see,

never once do you complain

I see your passion, it never wanes,

you watch and wait, but never say

"this has not been, the best of days"

your daily thanks and generous praise,

they always take my breath away.

I saw that teardrop from your eye

it made me angry, it made me cry...

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