A Mother’s Tears …..
A mother’s tears fall soft, unseen,
From depths where only angels lean.
They carry grief no words can bear,
A silent cry that fills the air.

Her arms recall each tender clasp,
Each bedtime tale, each gentle grasp.
Now echoes live where laughter stayed,
And joy lies quiet, faint, and frayed.

A mother prays without an end,
For love like hers does not suspend.
She hopes, she pleads, she fears, she yearns,
Her heart still weeps, her memory burns.

No pain cuts deeper, pure, or truer,
Than longing for the child she nurtured.
Each tear—a prayer, each sigh—a hymn,
Her soul speaks loss through light grown dim.

The world spins on, yet she stands still,
Held firm by faith and fragile will.
Each dawn she rises, torn yet brave,
Still walking through the love she gave.

To every mother drenched in sorrow,
Still searching light in each tomorrow—
Your tears are counted, seen, and heard,
By God who catches every word.

Bless the hearts that softly bleed,
Still wearing grief for love they’ve freed.
For none show strength so fierce, so true,
As mothers who lost—but still love through.
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