Crying.

By Robert Kingett.

Authors note… This came to me because someone else once told me “it must have been hard for you... Never smiling…” so I went with that and wrote this poem.

Hope you enjoy…

We all do it.

Seen others do it.

Some make people do it

Others stop it.

Crying.

That's all I ever did.

When the one I loved, my mom, wouldn't stop beating me…

It was my only defense.

Crying.

I look back on those long nights

Where that's all I would be doing,

Wishing I had love.

Crying.

No one ever heard me

I don’t think they wanted to

So I cried even louder

And finally, someone heard me doing the one thing I did more than breathing.

Crying.

This new family,

So filled with hugs and love.

Shall never see me do it again.

Crying.

I know that now, and forever more…

I won’t be doing it anymore.

Crying.

And now I can do one other thing

As I look ahead at the road of life stretched out before me…

I'm doing one thing I've always wanted to do.

I'm smiling….