Your words,
when they came as whispers...

Do you still remember that rainy day
when you held each raindrop...

She once told me of your tears, your pain;
your misty sighs whispered from a shell refrained...

'Sally... she died,' my daughter, Lily, whispered...
She wept...

Memories, forever laid in Yesterday's bosom,
Why? Only there, can it blossom...

I wonder if you still remember
the way those faraway Humans can smile...

A river of tears is a river run dry
for we were told not to cry...

Your warmth
was like the melodious whispers of a harp...

They sit, silent, under the night-time sky,
With stars twinkling - like tears never to fall...

I saw Mrs Fields
reach for the sun with her eyes...

When you wind me round and round,
you always sing along...

When I’m not chasing my own tail
round and round...