That day,
When you broke down,
I cradled you in my arms,
Astonished by your pain.
I’d swallowed up my tears
Long since our child,
Had ripped away.
But you?
You’d been so calm
So matter of fact.
I thought you hadn’t cared.
But now I understood.
You did not mourn back then,
A child, who ‘might have been.’
Instead, you’d feared my loss.
And now you cried. For me.
Mandy Edwards © 2015
The poem ‘A Man Who Cried’ is connected to the poem ‘It Ain’t Right’
