Go on... Ask about her I’ll prob-bably cry But that’s ok Because she was so wonderful And you’ll get to see All the ways she touched me In each tear That drops
I can’t I just can’t I’ve tried And I’ve tried Over until I cried All I do is sit And catch my tears That hold these fears I swallow And I drink To do it Again...and again...and again...and again... And again...and again...and again... And again...
I did not cry. Nope, not the day she died, Or at her funeral, Or the service held at the house. No, I did not cry, During our final hug goodbye. I did not cry. But if I were given the chance, One more opportunity, I would humbly Show her all my tears, and Share … Continue reading I Would Cry – September 17, 2019
Between poems, I cry and I cry. Until I figure out what’s making the tears, Then I spill it all over my paper.
They didn’t let me stay, but I didn’t ask. They told me to hug her, but I hesitated. They told me it was time to go, but I didn’t know where. They told me she died, But I didn’t let myself feel anything. They had a funeral, But I didn’t cry. They stopped talking about … Continue reading Why. – March 18, 2019
I just want you to know... It’s ok, to cry out loud. It’s ok, to yell and get angry. It’s ok, to not want to. It’s ok, to remember. It’s ok, to speak their name. It’s ok, to ask questions. It’s ok, to be happy and smile. It’s ok, to just be. It’s ok, to … Continue reading It’s Ok – February 9, 2018