Touched By Heaven Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Women don't cry, they live through tears poured into them
by experiencing life's reality.
Always at the ready, exacting a toll through years of
heartache, patched along the way by happiness from family
and togetherness.
Always present, although tears soak minds with their crystal
remembrance while tearing hearts.
Trying to heal by letting sparkling drops of sorrow fill
eyes with a beauty shining from souls touched by heaven.