Tears Without A Sound

My father was a great man

who made use of the cane

to drive lessons with a plan

to prepare me for my domain.

Mistakes were inevitable

but alas! not the sound of my cries.

My pains were demonstrable

only through tears from my eyes.

Looking back now

I am grateful for the discipline.

It had taught me somehow

to know my boundaries as a feminine.

Working class wife is a challenge

but I've been prepared to take the plunge.