Spilled Milk

One simple tree
They weren't to touch
How could one be willing
To give up so much

The glass is tipped
A mess is made
For choices and decisions
A price is paid

Spilled milk.

A tender flower whose
Vase gone unfilled
This fragrant bud
Will surely wilt

Gaze at the mess
Seeing good and bad
Wondering what could have happened
What could have been had

Repair a bridge
Mend a fence
Offer a ride
Give a chance

A glass of water
To cool a brow
To sit and listen
To show one how.

A sunset, a bird song
An encouraging word
Or sharing a memory
They've never heard

Memories, both good and bad,
They will be had.
So pick up one's head
And not be sad.


The choice is mine
Of what's right or wrong
Tomorrow's coming
And I must go on.

No need of crying
Just clean it up
Get another glass
And fill it up.

There's a river flowing
With milk and honey
Leaving memories worth
More than jewels and money

The Son's love and mercy
Cover us like silk

Remember

There's no need crying over

Spilled milk

written 2-05