A Womans Tears Poem by Biff McGuire

A womans tears are a magic tool
Delivering at the worst of times
Her innocence; excusing her
From all of loves most heinous crimes
Unspeakable acts rising from her past
Are with a trickle all erased
With just a dropp on blushing cheeks
A wet spot sliding down her face
Dictating trouble carelessly
With consequences still unknown
When confronted just says, “Forgive me”
As a river flows from the seeds she’s sown
And we forgive and we forget
When she summons up her advocate!
She prays her well will ne’er run dry
It’s magical to see her cry