Oh how many tragic tears, <br />Must mermaids weep each day? <br />To leave behind the trail of gems, <br />Washed up on the shore in the bay. <br /> <br />Beautifully sculpted sea glass, <br />Is mermaid’s tears they say, <br />But it may be magical, mystical dust, <br />Sprinkled by mermaids at play. <br /> <br />Maybe the sparkling pieces of glass, <br />Were not really theirs to keep, <br />So every day, when the tide goes out, <br />They toss them back onto the beach. <br /> <br />Perhaps they’re being playful, <br />Teasing us into their game, <br />They sprinkle treasures for us to find, <br />Not to join them would be a shame. <br /> <br />My imagination is greatly piqued, <br />As I comb the beach, deep in thought. <br />Walking along the ocean floor, <br />To see what the tide has brought.<br /><br />Nancy Crossman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mermaid-s-tears/
