A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?”
“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.”
“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.
Then, he put in a call to a Priest .
When the Priest got on the phone, he asked, “Why do women cry so easily?”
Priest said:
“When GOD made the woman she had to be special.
He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,
yet gentle enough to give comfort.
HE gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many
times comes from her children.
HE gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up,
and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
HE gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances,
even when her child has hurt her very badly.
HE gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her
from his rib to protect his heart.
HE 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 unfaltering.
HE gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.”
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Then, he put in a call to a Priest .
When the Priest got on the phone, he asked, “Why do women cry so easily?”
Priest said:
“When GOD made the woman she had to be special.
He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,
yet gentle enough to give comfort.
HE gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many
times comes from her children.
HE gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up,
and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
HE gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances,
even when her child has hurt her very badly.
HE gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her
from his rib to protect his heart.
HE 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 unfaltering.
HE gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.”
“You see my son,” said the Priest , “the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart the place where love resides.”
– Mysteries of Life –
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– mei –
So meaningful for me. My mother died on the 17th. A half hour later a tear formed and fell from her left eye. The moment will reside within me forever.
May God give her the most beautiful place in heaven.
It might be her beautiful last goodbye to you (I’m sorry, just my thought).
All best to you,
mei
True .. Women are the glue that binds this fragmented world … But we as men carry our share of womanhood as will ..
I agree,
Whenever you visit my site, i always see the woman described above in the words you share! It is very true for through the eyes i seel your self-less sharing spirit and just having that a part of my day is a very treasured blessing Mei! I love your poem my sister…stunningly beautiful!
Wish could be…
xoxo,
mei
Excellent post , I am going to spend more time researching this topic
Glad to know.
Thanks DD.
wow, its great .. Love it
Glad you like it, thanks my friend.
All best,
mei
beautiful, mei!
Many thanks Linda.
love,
mei
So amazing and just beautiful.
I am happy you like it, thanks my friend.
Best regards,
mei
beautiful Mei..
Thank you so much for the comments.
Have a wonderful Sunday.
xoxo,
mei