Yellow Teardrops

• Lucy Edmont, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2009

She smiles as I tilt my head.
I cannot comprehend her thoughts
nor see the truth behind her eyes.
I watch; waiting in still image
as she looks out to the vast eternity of blue-
searching for stars in a world of tarnished hope where her inmost pains
are veiled; hidden.
O she stands at the end of the world,
the harsh amber light of the afternoon
presenting her to the world.
One last showcase:
Her intentions. Her depression.
And still we all just stand and watch.