A Mother's Tears
A mother’s tears are born of love
her baby, soft and new
and with each touch, her joy regales
her eyes, a misty blue
A mother’s tears reflect her pride
her boy has started school
he’s growing fast, he’ll finish soon
her eyes begin to pool
A mother’s tears for wedding bells
expected, yet still sweet
and soon there would be little ones
for Grandma’s eyes to greet
So many tears, my mother’s tears
I’ve witnessed, though I feign
that I can handle anything
but not her tears of pain
A mother’s tears of sadness
of loss, a grieving heart
the ones she tries to hide from me
are tearing me apart
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