i can’t help but smile
when i see that plethora
of tiny little fingers
but then i see tears
everywhere they are running
fast, fast towards the ground

they make  noise when they hit the ground
and now not one smile
there are no mouths running
there is nothing but a plethora
of those swift, warm tears
and trying, trying to stop them are fingers

all those quivering wrinkled fingers
so far from the ground
not quick enough to catch those tears
but fast enough to smack that smile
before it spreads and creates a plethora
of water, so quickly running

running, jumping, diving for the ground
fighting off what should be a smile
now all twisted, and contorted, running
together, a plethora
but when there are no tears
that is, chased by clumsy fingers

wishing begging for those tears
to stop, top moving, stop coming, stop running
so that beautiful face can smile
so those poor shivering fingers
can restm closer to the ground
nothing to do with a plethora

again i can see that plethora
of shaking bottom lips trying to stop big sad tears
that race silently for the ground
and keep on running
away from my fingers
that wish to rest where you smile

smiles, a plethora of them, far from reaching fingers chasing big, wet tears that run fast, towards the ground.