Poetry In Memory Of Michael Miller
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Dad And Jeff Do Cry
by My Mom ( Gail Miller )
My Dad and Brother don't always cry. Their heart was broken when I had to die.
They both tried to hold it together and be strong. Even though their son and brother was already was gone.
Dad held my Mother, Jeff held our Mom. as tears fall. Trying to comfort each other.
They go through the day doing things they have to do. But a piece of their heart has been ripped away too.
So when they are all alone. They let out their pain. And the tears pour out like falling rain.
They feel like they have to be strong for each other. But oh God they hurt too just like my dear Mother.
They look for answers but none are to be found. They hide behind a mask. When they are feeling down.
They smile through their tears. They struggle and hold in their fears. But what you see on the other side is always real.
Men don't always express. What they really feel.
So the next time you see a mother hurting. Over her lost child.
Stop and hug a Dad and a child they know how this Mother feels.
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