• Poetry

    Boys Do Cry

    Let’s talk about how he walks with his head held up high,High in the clouds,With that little twinge of apprehension,You see, he’s a little bit lost from having strayed too far,Let’s talk about it. Let’s talk about his smile, or lack thereof,He suppresses his excitement such that you could almost swear it isn’t there,But when he graces you with a glimpse,You just might taste heaven. At age 6, he learned not to cry,It was ingrained in him,“you’re a big boy, don’t let them see you cry”,And even though it confused him, he did his best to comply. Everyone said mom’s best friend was a wonderful woman,He was 10, but in…