Wet Spots - Poem by Francie Lynch
I've never cried at funerals
Beside the bowed heads
Looking past the markers
In this gated community.
I've never cried at weddings,
Those blissful, blessed tears of joy.
Seeing the children settled and content
For the years they've yet to live.
I've never cried at birthings,
Though tears are warranted
For years of trouble and ecstasy
They will surely cry.
I've never cried before the courts
Pleading for leniency,
Or alone in a cell.
I've never cried for lost innocence,
Those tears that only come with experience.
The loss of a love.
I've cried for myself,
And I carry a hankie
To marvel at the wet spots.
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