Being Strong

Daddy shut his eyes and cried, each drop echoed in the waiting room, the hollow halls echoed babies crying. Daddy shut his eyes and cried his stern eyes looked away and I asked him, "Daddy why are you crying?" no reply. Daddy shut his eyes and cried not knowing what to do, I danced in crinoline proper-pink, first dress Daddy bought, one I wore to see his smile. Daddy shut his eyes and cried, looked at me, smiled, and gave me a bear-hug "Your Mom's going to be okay" Daddy shut his eyes and cried the clock ticked twice, out came mom in her wheelchair, and Dad's eyes dried.