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Poems/Stories
why women cry???
Why are you crying, a young boy asked his
Mom Because I m a woman," she told
him.
I don t understand, he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said,
"And you never will, but that s O.K.".......
Later the little boy asked his father,
"Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason".
"All women cry for no reason," was all his
Dad could say......
The little boy grew up and became a man,
still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God and when God
got back to him, he asked "God, why do women
cry so easily"
GOD answered......
"When I made woman,
I decided she had to be special.
I made her shoulders
strong enough to carry
the weight of the world, yet,
made her arms gentle enough to give
comfort...
I gave her the inner strength
to endure childbirth
and the rejection
that many times will come
even from her own children.
I gave her a hardness
that allows her
to keep going and take care
of her family and friends,
even when everyone else gives up, through
sickness and fatigue without
complaining....
I gave her the sensitivity to love her
children under any and all
circumstances. Even when her child has hurt
her badly....
She has the very special power to make a
child s boo-boo feel better and
to quell a teenager s anxieties and
fears....
I gave her strength to care for her husband,
despite faults
and I fashioned her from his rib to protect
his heart....
I gave her wisdom to know that a good
husband never hurts his wife, but
sometimes tests her strengths and her
resolve to stand beside him
unfalteringly....
For all of this hard work,
I also gave her a tear to shed.
It is hers to use
whenever needed and !
it is her only weakness....
When you see her cry,
tell her how much you love her, and all she
does for everyone, and even though
she may still cry, you will have made her
heart feel good.
She is special!
Please send this to women you know, and
those with mothers,
sisters, and special women in their lives.
But, also send this to men so they will
understand about what a
wonderful thing a woman is.
Each day is a mountain that must be climbed;
with courage each step
gets easier.
Love your Mother Always
and keep her Smiling
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