Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Crying

I grew up in a time and place,

Crying was deemed a weakness so

No one should see tears on my face.

I forced myself to stop their flow.

I remember when Grandma died,

No one around did shed a tear.

But when alone, all of us cried,

All of us loving Grandma dear.

That happened in my younger day.

Now I am older and do be

Believing crying is a way

To share the human side of me.

Like Grandma, someday I will die.

I hope I'm loved and some will cry.