May Music, Day 16 – Don’t cry out loud…

…or in company.

I’ve cried for any number of reasons. Even at an advert one time. But, I don’t typically cry at sad. Unless it’s real life. And I don’t like crying in front of people. A quiet weep or a rollicking good muscle-jerking flood both have their places in my life. But, preferably, on my own.

In fact, I get quite annoyed with anything that seems contrived to make me want to cry. Like that bloody movie, ‘The Champ’!  I hated that! The whole thing was designed to play on emotions.

Like watching those shows that reunite long lost relatives. Why make a show out of it? Just do it for folk, if you’re gonna do it. No, they have to bring on the violins and tug at people’s mushy bits. That bugs me. Don’t mess with my emotions.

I’m more likely to cry at things that make me happy when it comes to movies and songs.

Not when ET died. But when the flowers blossomed again and I knew he was alive even before I knew he was alive!

Like watching ‘It’s A Wonderful Life’. Not because of the music played but because anything that makes me feel all squishy inside at the inherent goodness in people makes me weak at the waterworks.

So, a song that I cried at? Which is what Twindaddy is asking as question 16 for day 16 of his 25 days of music challenge. I’m drained with this, btw, just in case you’re interested.

The last one I can think of, I’ve cried at every time I’ve heard it. It’s the last scene and song of ‘Les Mis.’. Fecking sobbed my eyes out. Right enough, I did that for most of the movie but hey ho.

The first time I saw it I was with my two eldest daughters at the cinema. Poor Mary-Kate was inconsolable. Claire was all, Wtf! And I had a raging headache by the end of it from trying to suppress the tears that were blurring my vision most of the way through it and certainly by the end. Streams escaped and I had to stifle sobs, trying not to draw attention to myself. I hate crying in public.

We had to go and drown our sorrows over dinner that night. Laughing soon rectified the headache and any desire to cry. Especially since said eldest daughter ribbed and ridiculed the whole movie. I won’t go into details on Claire’s brand of humour but we all felt much better after a few wines and laughs. Tears then too. Of a different variety. And I love crying with tears of laughter.

The last scene was, well I better not tell you what happens, in case there are still some people who have yet to see it.

!!!!!SPOILER ALERT!!!!! Do not watch this if you haven’t seen the movie!

I’m greetin’ just watching and listening to it for the umpteenth time. Happy and sad and fabulous to the Fth degree. Sniff…

Shug’s not looking too well in this. But what a marvellous job he and all the other actors did.

So, if I want a wee greet….it happens!…I watch this movie. Because, of course, I bought it to ensure that I could have the viewing pleasure all over again and, locked in splendid isolation with a box of Kleenex, I enjoyed a major wailng session…..guaranteed snotters and puddles. I like that sometimes. It’s a wummin thing. Or maybe just a me and Mary-Kate thing ‘cos she does that too. 🙂



Pubescent and angst-filled; a bad combination,

Invariably, ending in tears.

I still cry, though, I’ve not been pubescent,

For quite a number of years.


There are other reasons I find for crying,

Like a movie called, ‘It’s A Wonderful Life’.

And then there are tears of a mother,

And, sometimes, those of a wife.


They’re healing, cathartic and pleasant,

When the emotions just overflow.

Without the use of lachrymal gland,

My feelings wouldn’t know where to go.


I’d bottle them up and stop it with cork,

Start another, till I had a great load.

Then, one day, like champagne just popped,

I know that they would explode.


Now, some men don’t cry very often,

I’m sure there are women as well,

But, I can’t stop it, when something I see,

Causes my heart to swell.


It’s like someone has squeezed it, when my heart has been filled,

And massaged it to ensure that it feels,

And when, least expected, sometimes embarrassing

Moments, it bursts and empties the well.


I don’t cry to be maudlin or depressive.

In fact – and this feels a bit sappy-

I’m much more inclined to fill up inside

When I feel blessed and just so damn happy.


They’re salty and quite full of flavour,

I’ve tested this on my lip.

Tongue tipped to lip as tears flow down my face,

Reaching my mouth drop by drip.


One of my kids is like this,

And, sometimes chooses to see

‘Titanic’, or some other movie

That turns the tears on like sea.


Is this a familial trait? I don’t think,

‘Cos the rest are not thus inclined.

In fact, my eldest just laughs at the habit

And thinks we’re both out of our minds.


She laughed at ‘Les Mis’ and thought it ok;

‘Could have been shorter without all those songs’.

Meanwhile, the crying daughter and I,

Snuffled the whole film long.


The fountain of tears can be blessing

Or, curse, if for something that’s sad,

But I find it relief to expel happiness and grief

In tears. So what? My bad!