Why Was Daddy Crying
He was always strong;
always self-assured;
always in charge.
Never a weak moment did I
ever see in him; never saw
him afraid of anything.
I never asked him why;
Never asked grandma why;
Never asked mother why;
Till now, I have not asked
any of my siblings.
The sight of those tearful
moments never engendered an
inquiry, but never escaped my
memory. And early this morning,
the thought shouted out at me,
and I wanted to know why.
Why was daddy crying?
I remembered that hurtful cry,
an awful sigh. Someday, perhaps
I will know the reason for daddy's cry.
091222PS
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2022
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