Once I saw a grown man cry

Once I saw a grown man cry
“Now there goes a man with feelings!” said I.
He was strong, able, quite built,
With muscles, gray hair and charm to the hilt.

I moved toward him slowly and said, “What’s wrong?”
The look he gave me was tear-filled and long.
“I cry for a child. My grandchild has died.”
So I sat beside him and two grown men cried.

Excerpt from “For Bereaved Grandparents” by Margaret H. Gerner