No, mom, you were wrong
I’m a big boy and I cry.

Tears came to my eye and a lump to my throat
as the widow’s hand lingered softly on the flag,
and her daughter broke into sobs at their loss.

When beautiful music comes into my ear,
my heart swells,  my eyes moisten lightly
and my pulse reacts to the conductor’s baton.

When I see a tiny child laugh in glee
as a bug tumbles across his bare toes, while
the TV shows another child wrested from parent
and my heart cries out  why must this be.

When my night sleep is interrupted by memories
of loved ones and dear friends who filled my life,
I smile through tears of happiness.

No, mom, you were wrong
I’m a big boy and I cry.

Gus Daum




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A Kansan who has migrated to Oregon.
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9 Responses to BIG BOYS CRY

  1. Carol says:

    Love you Dad, for learning how to share ALL your “manly” emotions with us.


  2. And girls too….

    Agnes Gillman Please see my blog at


  3. And so do big girls. Oh Gus, this is so beautiful! I’m typing this with one hand, dabbing at tears with the other. Thank you! xoxoxo


  4. paedwards says:

    Another good one, Gus. I love that you share your insights in such a beautiful manner.


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