Crystal Tears

Over half my life ago, my mother and I watched a pioneer movie, the name of which I can't remember.    In it a little boy asks why it rains, and his father answers "God is crying."   Later in the movie, the boy's mother dies, and at her grave, he asks his father "Why isn't God crying for Momma?"   Neither my mother nor I heard the answer, we were both crying so hard for this fictional character's confusion and pain.

This memory came back to me on February 9, 2010, during my mother's funeral procession.  It snowed so hard that the hearse had to move so slower than I could jog, and that is quite a statement.  I thought maybe I'd try to write a poem to describe what I was thinking then.

Crystal Tears

by HRM

It snowed the day we buried Momma

A blizzard of frozen tears

mirror the grief inside my heart

God is crying for my loss

and suddenly I realize

His tears are so pure and beautiful

a reminder that my heart's winter

is the beginning of her eternal spring.

Today's post is my entry into Peter Pollock's One Word Blog Carnival: Winter.