Saturday, January 24, 2015

What Makes A Grown Man Cry

A grown man.  Stoic and unflinching. Confident and steadfast. Accumulated knowledge...experience..wisdom.   Able to anticipate and prepare for almost any circumstance. Blocking and channeling the chemistry that might lead to a tear's production. Guiding the torrents of would-be anguish to his reservoir of strength.

Silvering hairs proof that his crying days are over. Childhood days when he ran to his mother over a simple skinned knee. The pain he felt taken away by her loving embrace.  Skinned knees are nothing now. Deep wounds and battle scars he can handle on his own.  A testament to his acquired mental strength.  He is a man now.

  But what can make a grown man cry...are the days he must watch his mother die.
A child again, as his mother, frail and weakened,  reaches for his silver covered head and consoles him once again with her undying love.  Salted tears breaking the levies,  and he is a boy again in the arms of his mother....