My Father’s Tears
They fell silent with a calm strength.
Trickling out in the open for me to see,
To feel, but never to hear.
There was no drama to his sadness.
Just a silence that seemed to make everything else stop.
These weren’t the tears of a man moved by music or television.
They were tears of real-life experiences,
A Black man’s experiences.
He explained it by saying,
“Sometimes I just feel like crying.”
An explanation I can relate to.
These moments taught me how heavy life can be.
We sat there sad, together.
Until the world felt a little lighter.