When She Cries

 

I can hear her crying in her room upstairs.

I want to go to her

Comfort her

Tell her that everything will be all right.

But there are no words for me to say

None I would believe myself.

How can I tell her it will get better

When every day

Life seems to bring some new crisis?

Some new unsolvable problem to the door.

I want to tell her

That this is not the end of the world,

This is a small thing,

But I know

In her child's view of the world

That is not true.

This is the biggest thing,

The only thing to her.

I want to tell her

I know how to fix it

How to make it go away,

Make it better.

I know she believes

I should be able to do this.

But there is nothing.

No great epiphany is forthcoming.

I can hear her crying in her room upstairs.

I am crying with her, for her.

My heart bleeds.

In the end, I go to her

I offer the only comfort I am able.

I lie down beside her,

Hold her close as she cries.

I say nothing,

There are no words

To convey what I feel.

I offer what I have,

My love,

My nearness

Most of all,

My strength.

And I pray

That it is enough.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Written from the heart of a wise mother. We can try to advise and help, but ultimately the child has to come to his or her own conclusions and make decisions. We can not take the pain of growing up away from them no matter how much we would like to. Very well written poetry. Lydia

[Ryan Gilroy]

When you try comfort someone younger then you it's always appearent to be slightly harder to do it towards other person seeing they are stuck in the battle of naive ignorance can make a person indefensible to the best words of advice and more. I like your piece seeing it's the whole idea of convesation that has been lost in the shuffle. Funny how tears can first blur your image of how you view the world as well as the concept of these such tears can blind and then purify the sight of another.

[* Mourning Starr *]

I really loved this piece, believe me I can relate I have a 15 year old daughter myself and I feel like an alien to her or she thinks I am an alien, take your pick.....I try to give her advice but what do I know about kids today and thier problems, she says I don't understand and she's right...But I try to pretend that I do for her..She is growing up so fast and I am powerless to stop it.... Like you I try to stay positive and be here for her........You did an excellent job here conveying your love for your daughter and your dismay of the situation.....

I can hear her crying in her room upstairs.
I am crying with her, for her.
My heart bleeds.
In the end, I go to her
I offer the only comfort I am able.
I lie down beside her,
Hold her close as she cries.
I say nothing,
There are no words
To convey what I feel.
I offer what I have,
My love,
My nearness
Most of all,
My strength.
And I pray
That it is enough.

I go through this on a regular basis, it never gets any easier for her or me.....

[Yvonne Heidt]

"When every day
Life seems to bring some new crisis?
Some new unsolvable problem to the door"

This is a perfect explanation of teenage girl growing pains. I raised two of them, also. I love how this reads. Beautifully written.