Why I Cry Poem by Wendy Dobro

Sometimes it’s like a dam, broken by a flood.
At times it surprises me, and others, I think.
It is a gift, I suppose,
An opportunity to live boldly-to laugh, to learn.

The world has so much beauty,
At times, I cannot comprehend.
Other times, it is a weary child,
Beaten and hungry.

We are all only here for a short time,
And life happens when we do not anticipate.
Life is more in the day-to-day, an old man once explained.
So much time has already passed me by.

Wrinkles on her face as my mother smiles,
Sometimes it’s just something in the air, or an injustice.
Love, too, is overwhelming,
As is loneliness, at times, I suppose.

I try not to cry for what could have been,
Or for what will never happen, or is bound to,
But I do anyway, sometimes.
Not for lack of reasons, really.