Do Women Also Cry

Often times, I watch mother write a note of elegy on her pretty lips, She paint off her sorrow with a foundation of dirge and eulogy Each morning she wakes in front of the mirror and her temple rumpled. She dusts her dimples and chin with laughter so illumious & gladden, She said that was where her tears and emotions and feelings reside. Often times, I watch her wipe her Wriggled tears away facing down, Even when papa bounce here & there breaking the silence between the nostril and the craving ears. She said keeping calm was what nature made women to be, she never cried but holds onto brevity like the unseen foundation of the cloud and sky. How she manage papa in the night manage him in the morning & our Knitted scarf thoughts also wells The walls off my shouldering souls. She said women are far away land unease to explore by anyone man born of flesh and blood and soul. Did you know the exact place she were when her tears returned? Of a truth, women are braver than Men that sip fears and insecurities. "Do women cry too?" I asked mama She muttered silently and smiled "Women cry too but they don't find their dreams in a road buried with tales of blood and sorrow" she whispered. They are bodies embodied with elegies of how to keep the family stronger even when the classic of this space Cracked into four or two or three, They fall to rise stronger looking at the bond that holds their families unity. Yours Poetically, ©John Chizoba Vincent