Posted: Oct 6, 08 9:54am

I was at work, my husband had just passed away and one co-worker with her cold cruel words caused me to cry and as I did there was pink paper under my tears. Then I wrote this poem.

Tears on Pink Paper

Tears on pink paper.

How many are in Your vial?

When someone berates and

harms You with

Words that hurt and lie.

How many times must I

forgive them?

They’re unaware of their tie

To an enemy seeking to drag

them to a pit so defiled,

never to be reconciled.

©Copyright, 8/6/2003, Kathryn Tyler Little