I Made Her Cry Poem by Albert Ahearn

I made her cry today
with tomorrows promises
promised her just the other day.
‘So why does she weep, the missus? ’

Her tearful eyes are for
the many disappointments
borne a sadden heart to harbor
caused by me to a great extent.

Too many, too often, designed
dreams that I had painted for her
leaving to wither on the vine;
she ceased to dream altogether.

“Honey, is there any reason
for your tears, something I had said? ”
“It’s nothing; drink your coffee, hon.
Do you want whole wheat or rye bread? ”