I did the the other day
when my father called to say
that my grandma may soon pass away.
It wasn't a full blown tear
or even a hitch or sob
but enough of a pause
to do it's intended job.
The toughest man I've ever known
had finally let his emotion shown
and made his warrior son a little more grown
as I found the need to grieve on my own
I know she is in a better place
and smiling into her true loves face
but still I wish she had more time down here
to be loved by those of us who held her dear
I now know that warriors cry
because I cried until my eyes were dry
It's ok to let emotions show
and I know she's forever in her savior's glow
So as we move on here down below
we will all remember and all will know
that when you hear a warrior cry
they're secure in their emotions and that is why
This poem is dedicated to my father, the toughest warrior I've ever known and my grandma (my she rest in peace) for making him the great man I know and love.