Sense Sonnet - Acher

 No Weakness Shown

I grew up in a time and place

When it was deemed a weakness to

Have others see upon my face

Any crying that I would do.

So when I was five years old, I

Was with my dog, Rusty, alone

When he died, I wanted to cry,

Allowing my sadness be shown.

But the rest of the family

Came out to the back patio

Where my Rusty and I did be.

So my sadness I would not show.

No way I'd let weakness appear.

So from my eyes I wiped all tear.