I Did Not Cry

I did not Cry 

by Brian F. Regan

No physical empathy for anyone to see

Not even when I bleed

I did not cry, I didn’t let it out

I grabbed a pillow to scream and shout

No tears from me to let sadness escape

I wore it proudly, like a superhero’s cape

I held it in, to be the new Rock

I am his son, a chip off the old block

I did not cry when my Dad had died

When asked how I was, I did not lie

I told the truth, my face was sad

Just didn’t want to believe I had lost my Dad

Still no tears and I miss him now

His friendly face, even his scowl

I can see him and hear him when I close my eyes

I do not cry, no matter how hard I try

Favorite Season

Favorite Season  

by Brian F. Regan

As the morning air becomes crisp

There will always be things of which we shall wish

Autumnal days that begin with summers end

Will always remain to me a very best friend

These cooler days warn us that soon we will have a frost

Summer is gone but our memories are not lost

We will cherish the Ocean breezes and warm nights

As the leaves treat our eyes to such a sight

Soon through the trees we’ll see more light

 Enjoying the foliage, many beautiful colors and hues

Will always mean that we bid summer ado

First there was winter which keeps everything frigid

In time we will learn how to cross many bridges

Winter is also a time to refresh and renew

Not solely a time for death that brings some of us to mew

As most of nature’s creatures catch up on sleep

Some of us celebrate and some weep

It is because of winter that brings new life

Why is it frowned upon, why do some allow it to cause strife

Secondly there is spring, a youth that should be eternal

When life grows strong, happy and in bliss

It is not until it is gone will it be missed

Thirdly comes summer my personally most hated

I usually retreat indoors to keep the heat abated

As summer ends we are faced with season number four

I happily greet autumn’s knock upon the door

During the first three seasons the pleasant days seem somewhat few

Up until that first crisp mornings dew

It is then, in that autumnal air that I feel renewed