He wishes he could spare her tears today.
But there is nothing, nobody who can;
For tears will out – they’ll always find a way,
To issue when they will, despite of plan
That she might have of putting on brave face.
He loves her with an old man father’s love,
Full wishing he her sorrows could erase,
But knowing what her tears are symptoms of
He does not try to do what can’t be done.
No comforting with words that are but lies,
No hopes that have no hope, no stories spun,
Just loving silence all the while she cries.
But if a bridge from his love could appear
She could walk to the moon and back from here
A loving father!
Thanks, Annie. I’m very loving in print. In real life, I’m an emotional wreck.
Aren’t we all when it comes to our children?
Good point.
Soon her tears will evaporated by the sun.
I think (hope) you’re right.
It will be better. Maybe not to your or her expectations, just need to have faith.
That’s the sad part, when we can wipe the tears away, but not the pain.