Trailing Diamonds

Trailing Diamonds

Quietly, when no one was looking, A little child walked up to Heaven, Trailing behind him a string of Sparkling diamonds-- Nothing of the world he knew Like toys, clothes; Only a string of stones, Sparkling clear, like the dew-- Shining orbs, holding the reflections Of what he knew. "What are these?" someone asked. "These are tears," he said, "Tears of pain, tears of joy, Tears of love . . . This is how I grew."

by Barbara Aldrich