The Father's Tears Poem by Alexandra Yeboah

I hate to see you hurting,
lowered eyes,
slumped shoulders,
tears crawling down your face,
body slouched and giving out in pain.

Your story became my story
as you told me of the past,
how your enemies criticized
and otracized you,
how they abused
and tormented you,
how they turned their
hearts against you.

My heart clenched in horror
as you shook with rage and hurt,
their scorning voices still
alive in your memory,
you were hopeless and
confused
the future became volatile
in your eyes.

No words of mine
could eliminate your pain
or console you in any way.
Not 'I understand'
or 'I'm sorry'
or 'I feel your pain'.

So silently I watched and
listened as
you suffered inwardly,
mouthing a prayer
to the Father
who looked down on you,
tears mounting in his eyes.