Crying Widow Woman...

    When Parents who love each other bring forth their first child, love seams to infuse their relationship to the next level, but between the cradle and the grave a lot can take place. A bouncing baby girl, struck a cord with her parents as she came from her mother's womb with fresh curls dripping in blood. With her Dad beyond nervous, and holding his wife's hand as if he delivered the baby girl. One smile and a look of finished from his wife, settled his nerves as both looked on to see wiggling toes and gusting  arms. The love for each other now had its center, and a new oneness was born.
     For seven savory years, both Mom and Dad showcased the love for each other though and about their daughter who seemed to appreciate their love more and more with each passing year. Seven years gave this child the base for beauty both of character and intelligence. Her look and movements spoke of some from him and some from her, and now and again giggles from onlooking in-laws testified to their truth. So far the only grandchild of both sets of grandparents, gave rise to a never ending supply of toys and clothes that eased the pocket books of her parents but never the love or want to express for themselves in such gifts. Stunning giggles were over shadowed at times by whimpering cries of disappointments, for life can be real, and sadness a reality no matter where love lives. After the rain shower of tears, both Mom and Dad in earnest almost in competition sort to remove the stain of tears from their daughter's eyes with pampering as if to prove life can be hard, but they are able to keep pace with its terrors.
     It was not long, before the pampering of parents gave rise to long hair and long legs, as danger tapped both parents almost at once. Their little girl was growing up, and almost too fast for them to catch their breath. In-laws with their debates as to the number of grandchildren, gave them busy enough not to notice this new danger creeping in like a lion cub needing to play and drink only milk. Dad noticed when she stepped out the car with vivid snap shots of beauty, and Mom when she entered and came out the shower with virgin charisma. Both Parents called a private horrid meeting to figure out what to do with this cuddly beast that is sure to grow and demand meat beyond any ability they had. Trembling in each others arms, Mom let out a tear, knowing a woman was being born with little to do with her hips.
     This young beauty had seen enough love from her parents both toward each other and her, to know that true love did exist, and she determined to find it at any cost to her self. What her parents did not know, their little girl had learned to cross her legs tighter then a steel drum and her No! both to sex before marriage and the light touches that led to it, was a practice she learned from her grandparents who sealed it within her little heart as she watch them gain readiness for the grave. Yes her destiny toward the grave would be arm and arm with her lover and husband the same way. Without knowing it, Mom and Dad had set the stage for their child by living before her a high enough standard that rivaled any church preacher or school principle, and their parents sealed it with a snap shot of life till it's close. Yet it shocked and rocked the family when their little girl announced for the first time she had been kissed. Father had all but fainted, and Mom ran for cover or shall I say a blanket, to deal with her husband who  seemed in tilt at the news. Trembling, dumb founded, and in need of a stiff drink, both parents tried to keep a smile when in fact their faces had already denied them that pleasure but for their eyes, the child was on her own.
     Mom and Dad, their baby greeted them in a soft but butter fly look and said, in a few minutes my boy friend is coming over, to meet you and I want him to talk with you before he leaves. Dad was angry and confused, Mom was taking aback because coming and leaving in the same sentence could be good but she had no clue how to attach these clues. While Mom and Dad were dealing with their own demons, the door bell rang, and Dad would have opened the door except he set to keep from peeing himself for all this seemed a bit too much even for his manhood. In walked a young man who stood in ironed clothes, leading them to his clothes spoke professional, his hair and face spoke clean, and his presence and demeanor spoke college. Dad asked to be excused to use the bathroom, and for the first time he was able to breath, all but shallow, but enough to stay alive. Mom asked to take his coat, and the three sat on the couch in waiting for Dad to return, who finally did with a new lease on life. Before long, a tail of honor was heard, as these two love birds told of their meeting one another, and their plans for higher education and desire for one another after the years have done them proud. Astonished and bewildered,rebuked and baffled, both parents saw the young man leave their audience and watched as he hugged their daughter in front of them with tenderness that rivaled their own. He kissed her on her cheek as he had always done, and walked off as with purpose.
     The news filtered in among the grand parents and uneasy smiles broke when it was discovered the  man beast would be two states away studying in college and would not be coming home for breaks due to the fact that he was putting himself through school. Letters pored in like rain and giddy was replaced by a little woman preparing to become a bride. It was not long before Mom and Dad joined in on this mayhem of preparation, and this and that became a family affair as marriage flooded the air.  Life seemed good enough to give it's warning well in advance that their daughter would be leaving soon, to become a mother of her own, and time was short, for no parents are prepared to let go no matter the day or the hour it creeps up, but in this case, enough time was given these parents and their appreciation was spoken even if but behind close bedroom doors within each others arms. Several years went by, and what news had filtered though out the family, was now headline news in the church and town, as the couple became Husband and Wife before family, friends and well wishers.
     Now knee deep in pampers of her own, with twins, a boy and a girl, new grandparents were over shadowed by old ones who for the first time and in  one swoop now had more granddaddies to mole over. So when the call came to unsettle things, it was Dad who first got the news. Twin babies will never get to know their father, for he is dead, cut down before his prime, and the reason for another death, for the life he would have saved was lost due to his own no show in the operation room. Lying in a pool of his own blood, mingled with the gas and oil of engines in collide, there on a shaded street somewhere between work and home, life demanded his time, and err the news hit home, Dad was the first to get it. Mom looked at Dad, and noticed his pee stain and let out a cry almost from instinct. Confused and bewildered the new mom also started crying for her nerves were still adjusting to being a new mom and crying just seemed the thing to do when all around you is doing so. Dad wanted to pull his wife aside to tell her first as if in need of the words to say to his daughter that her husband would not come home again forever, but both ladies seem inseparable, so in one clear tone he spoke softly and with dispatch. Needless to say, blackness took over that hour, nor is there words to describe a black picture.
     In the window sat a crying widow woman, too young to be so, too able she should be, and too in love to deny. What do you do, when all laid plans go bust before so grate a cloud of witnesses, when time cuts short goodbyes, and dreams give way to nightmares that take over everyday. Only a widow knows the grief of loss, and her children wait for answer she must find through all her tears. While her grief makes demands only her needs keep in shadows, exploitation sets in on any UN-witted moment. Gone are the days for being grandparents, those days for warm nights as showcased by her own grandparents, and gone are those moments to see what developments the children will showcase in their characters from his or her side. Her own mom and dad, look on now, with no way to remove the stain of these fresh tears, for indeed life can and will be relentless in it's sadness and disruptive with its hours. What can you do when answers will never bring comfort, nor yesterday's joys a furnace for real sorrow. Here she sits, in her own home awaiting a fate amid her now, her sadness real, her plight although shared with children and parents, she sits in the window crying, and why you ask. She is a crying widow woman...nj