Let The Weeping Come

I've been noticing lately that grief has been rising in me, like well water, and sometimes the tears just spill.  I wrote this poem years ago when our oldest daughter was leaving home for the first time.  I would find myself needing to stop what I was doing, pull the car to the side of the road if I was driving...and just let the tears come.  I once sat beside my mother while she cried, for what reason she didn't say.  She simply turned to me and said, "my heart is full."