The following is a poem I found a few years ago. I just came across it again today and thought I would share it with all of you. I was unable to locate an author for this poem.
To Be A Man In Grief
To be a man in grief,
Since “men don’t cry” and “men are strong”,
No tears can bring relief.
It must be very difficult to stand up to the test
and field calls and visitors so she can get some rest.
They always ask if she’s alright and what she’s going through,
But seldom take his hand and ask, “My friend, but how are you?”
He hears her crying in the night and thinks his heart will break.
He dries her tears and comforts her, but “stays strong” for her sake.
It must be very difficult to start each day anew
And try to be so very brave. He lost his child too.