The Tender Side Of Me

There is a side of me that shows,

At moments that surprise,

When I am least expecting them,

Hot tears can fill my eyes.

Sight of our flag high up above,

While blowing in the breeze,

Can bring a lump deep in my throat,

And hot tears I must squeeze.

The sudden loss of loved one,

Or even just a friend,

The knowledge that their road is done,

That they have reached the end.

Happy thoughts or sad ones,

Both touch my tender side,

And bring forth tears not held in check,

No matter that I’ve tried.

I can’t change feelings deep within,

Nor hide the tears you see,

Because some things just overwhelm,

The tender side of me.

© 2003 Loree (Mason) O’Neil