I Won’t Let a Man Claim My Valuable Tears Anymore
This is why they were too precious to ever gift him
My tears are a treasure.
They hold a value greater than a man who induced them.
That precious water flowed wildly to celebrate the unquestionable love of my Mother. They escaped with heart-stopping abandon for the eternal honor of my selflessly brave Navy fighter pilot nephew.
They raced to hold my hand as my beloved uncle left me.
That same salty stream paid tribute to a cherished golden retriever who loved me more than I deserved. And again, to a crazy devoted chocolate lab who lovingly helped me raise my boys.
They jumped for joy when I met the gift of birth and became a mother. They triumphed down my cheeks with every momentous milestone my three babies conquered.
They followed me from home when I left for college. And again, when I had to say goodbye to girlfriends who consumed those years with love.
I felt the warmth of their embrace as I bid farewell to the four walls that became my boys' childhood home. And again, as I walked our street of neighbors I would no longer indulgingly live beside.
My tears come out to play with a glance of love from one of my boys.
Or a childhood memory of the siblings near to my heart.
Or the kindness I’ve been shown while extricating myself from a man.
They sneak out when a stranger or a story deserves them. A dog rescued from the clutches of neglect, an illness miraculously cured, or the celebration of human beings coming together for a shared cause.
They are an easy sell for the right movie, commercial, or song. They are mere putty in the hands of my children’s crayon masterpieces, macaroni necklaces, and scribbled notes.
Sometimes my tears push out of hiding in the dark of night. A sentimental waterfall begging for release. Or a moment to remember all that I am blessed.
My tears are a treasure.
They find me when love knocks at my heart.
Their beauty was interrupted by a man who turned them ugly.
He couldn’t recognize their soulful beauty. He couldn’t understand they were reserved for goodness. And at times, the protection of my heart. He held open their faucet and exhausted their worth.
My tears are a treasure.
They hold a value greater than a man who induced them.
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