about a boy.... a broken-hearted boy

a young boy was heart-broken.
he sat on the old wooden bench in the backyard, alone.
he wanted to cry but tears were not coming out.
he was scared, had his tears dried up from too much crying?
panicked, he ran into the kitchen.
the grandmother was making tea:
Come take a sit my dear, and have a warm cup of tea.
the boy sat down and stared
at the smoke rising from the cup of hot tea.
tears started to well, and soon flooded his cheeks.
he looked up at the grandmother's timeless face, asked:
Why can't I see it before grams?
the grandmother smiled:
Because sometimes the eyes are blind my dear,
You have to look with your heart....