It’s Crying Time
Eyes up, no tears. Dad’s stage-four cancer, I thought, shouldn’t cause everyone to break down.
Crrrrryyyyyyyy babyCry baby. Cry baby. Honey, welcome back home
Could you cry a little, lie just a little, pretend that you’re feeling a little more pain
baby go on and just cry me a river
Dad is sick, this is bad
and
Cry, baby. Honey, welcome back home
Staff writer with the Flathead Beacon in Kalispell, Mont. Other writing lives at The Toast, The Intentional, Flathead Living, and more.
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