Anyway, for this talk, I wrote a poem - hoping to start out my talk making the congregation chuckle. It worked. So...I'm sharing my poem with you now.
Ode To The Crying Woman - by Marie Higgins
There she sits on the bench half asleep
Earnestly struggling, praying to keep awake.
Oh, why does she struggle so
Fighting and nodding off, yet not so much that her neck would break.
Suddenly a speaker’s topic sparks her interest
She straightens, focuses, and becomes in tune with his part
Nothing to disturb her
She understands, relates,and soon feels the tug on her heart.
Oh no! Not again.
She won’t, can’t, refuses to let this feeling transpire
It’s just like all the other times
Tight throat, stinging eyes, can’t really explain – it’s like singing to the choir.
All it takes to start crying is
One word, one phrase, and she’s quickly searching for a tissue.
Beside her, she receives a look from her husband
Questioning, rolling of eyes, and she doesn’t want to explain the issue.
Is she really the only one
Sniffling, blubbering, a nose so red, and liquid in her eyes
She must stop this inanity
Blame it on allergies, make up, or something she should despise
Why do women always have these feelings
Overflowing emotions, sadness – yet happy, simple things to make them weep
Why can’t men act this way
Just once, okay, maybe twice, or are they not affected because they’re asleep?
Unfortunately, this is not an allergy
Not make up, and nothing to fear, this tender, womanly feeling comes from above
But the truth of the matter is simple
Believable, hard to deny, the feeling in her heart is Love.
Yeah, you can tell I'm not a poet, but hey...it worked. (grins)