12/09/2022
We do indeed shed tears.
‘Cowgirls don’t cry’, her daddy said when she hit the dirt coming off her pony the first time. He picked her up, dusted her off, and set her back in the saddle, and rode out after the herd. The cowgirl trailed quietly, but the little cowgirl secretly cried.
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‘Cowgirls don’t cry’, her grandad said, as the vet said there was nothing they could do for her trusty old friend. ‘You’re going to outlive a lot of horses in this ol’ life, so dry your tears.’ But quietly, the 10 year old cowgirl cried.
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‘Cowgirls don’t cry’, she told herself at 16, when the boy she loved broke her heart for the first time. She went to the barn, saddled her horse, & rode with the wind in her face. And the cowgirl cried anyway.
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‘Cowgirls don’t cry’, her mama said as she zipped her daughter’s wedding gown. She hugged her tight, kissed her cheek, but the cowgirls shared a teary smile and both cried.
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‘Cowgirls don’t cry’, she whispered to herself in the hospital, as she held her newborn cowgal baby close. She soaked in her cherub features, and kissed her forehead, and happily, and softly, the cowgirl cried.
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‘Cowgirls don’t cry’, she said to herself as her heart trembled getting on the rank c**t. It had been too long since she made a “first ride” on a youngster. She dug deep, remembered who she was, but inside, the cowgirl cried just a little.
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‘Cowgirls don’t cry’, she could hear her daddy say, as they stood at the graveside on that cold, windy day. He would want us to celebrate and rejoice in a life well lived. A redtail hawk soared overhead and the cowgirl cried anyway.
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‘Cowgirls don’t cry’ she said, when her old border collie took her last breath. A faithful companion on life’s trail earned a special place. And when she lay her hand and stroked the dog’s coat, the cowgirl broke down and cried.
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‘Cowgirls don’t cry’, she spoke to herself, when the trail of life takes a hard turn. When she reflects on all she’s been lucky enough to experience, the love she gave, the love she lost, the horses she was blessed to ride, and the years the sun shone, the cowgirl couldn’t help but let a warm tear slide down her cheek…the cowgirl cried.
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Cowgirls don’t cry, but sometimes they quietly do… and she’s a better one for it🤍
Love~
Heather