The fatal news
A silenced clock,
Family members
Gather in shock.
Why can't I cry?
The church bells toll,
The mourners come,
The grave is filled,
The deed is done.
Why can't I cry?
The widow's weeds.
Black, long, lace.
Tears of grief
On every face.
Yet I can't cry.
My Grandma told me
Tears wash the soul
But can it make
What's broken whole?
I wish I could cry.
The hushed tones
Of a loved one's wake
Darkened rooms
For the living's sake.
Why should I cry?
The tears, the pain
The sense of grief
The loss, the love
The religious belief.
I won't cry.
This is all
For those left behind.
Not for the deceased,
But to ease troubled minds.
I shouldn't cry.
He has gone on
To a new place
With out pain or tears
To mar his face.
I am happy he is no longer in pain.
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Comments: 17
I spent 2 years grieving for my husband before he died. The man I knew & loved was gone long before he took his last breath.
I am glad you shared it with us.
on an old boiling pot
You need to cry to let off stress
You will find that helps a lot
Some time when you are all alone
Release that valve an let off some steam
You'll feel much better when you do
It does me, you know what I mean.