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When My Mother Died I Did Not Cry: Honor Is A four Letter Word Love

Updated on April 28, 2017

When my Mother died I did not cry.

Not a tear did I shed for the Woman who gave birth to me.

You think perhaps I'm unfeeling, you have been misled.

There were times when tears did flow.

I asked God in all infinite wisdom.

What about me, could she not see?

When she died not a single drop of tear was left.

No, I did not cry!

But, I cried.

For the times I needed a Mother's understanding touch.

For a kind word, a tender look.

I cried a million tears or more!

For the grandmother, my Children would not, and never had.

I cried!

For the countless times, I wished.

Just a smidgen of emotion, to show;

just genuine affection.

"Some People have money; some People have love".

Were her last words to me.

But Mother dear, what I wanted to say.

Some People have both;

and I have neither!

As I cared for and combed her hair, made sure she ate.

I did not understand.

She gave no explanation, and I asked for it not.

When Mother died, I was empty of emotions.

When my mother died, no!

I did not cry.

For my Mother: I forgive you, I loved enough for both of us. The love that I speak of isn't from Family and Friends but of Mothers love specifically. There has always been an unspoken love from my extended/blended Hodgepodge of People I call Family.

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