Good Wednesday Morning. What makes you cry?
Sad music or a romantic song? Unchained Melody makes me cry because it reminds me of the time Mama and I were discussing nursing and/or personal care homes for Daddy. Whispering Hope, The Garden of Prayer, Mama's favorite hymns, put that can't-breathe-knot-in-my-chest feeling that means I'm about to cry. Amazing Grace makes me tear up every time because Daddy loved that hymn.
Patriotic music like The Star Spangled Banner and America the Beautiful, or the site of Flags waving make me proud and shivery. (more tears likely)
Music moves me whether sung or played by a band or orchestra, or even a single musician. I'm easy!
I don't watch movies I know will be sad. I really can't handle them.
Show me a cute baby or a dog and I tear up. Pictures of my daughter in her wedding gown made me cry, too! We will have another wedding soon and I'll get to cry then, too!
When I think about my parents I laugh at some memories, but sentimental memories do me in. My eyes water and my nose runs.
Give me a book or a movie about kids finding parents or a childless couple adopting or a long- wished- for pregnancy and I grab the tissues. Angel movies, movies about a person who dies but revives, you know, a character is in tears and then...a second chance!
Writing a sad scene makes me water my keyboard. This scene from my next book, Haunting Refrain, gets to me, too.
Sarah had been only ten when his father died from a heart attack. William had stood alone at the grave site on the July day the minister said kind words over the open grave. Her parents had stood on both sides of the seventeen–year-old, who hadn’t shed a tear during the entire time. They had been his family at the funeral home as his father’s colleagues paid their respects. William had been surprised to see some of his teachers and fellow students. No one commented on his mother’s absence. Not once had Sarah been in William’s house. The housekeeper had stayed at the house to tend to his mother.
HAUNTING REFRAIN by Mary Marvella
A short teaser from FOREVER LOVE.
When the slave drums beat at night I think about becoming Devon's woman. I know good women do not find the mating pleasurable, but I hear the slave women talk about it. I know I will love it with my Devon. I dream about how it will be and I ache deep inside. Would it be worth eternal damnation if we did not wait? I should not write these words, but I have no one with whom to share my wicked thoughts.
Sabrina dozed in the chair where she’d read for hours. Her skin tingled as she pictured the bronzed body of the man chopping wood. Shirtless and sweating, he looked like a primitive as his muscles flexed. Her nipples tightened at the thought of wrapping herself around him.
The light feeling in her head gave way to longing. She’d never felt this soul-deep need. What he made her feel was more than caring. She needed to find herself, to understand what plagued her, and she knew only Devon could give it to her. Which made no sense to Sabrina. She didn’t know anyone named Devon. Hell, she knew the man better from Lou's writing than she did most people who inhabited her life.
What makes you cry?
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Haunting Refrain http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0057033GG