It was one of the first poems I wrote.
A Mother’s Tears
No one sees a Mother’s tears
Silently cried throughout the years
No one knows the secrets she has hidden under lock and key
God alone knows the endless hours she has spent on bended knees
Praying for her family
No one knows how many times she awakens during the night
At the sound of every siren
Feeling her heart sink to the floor
Silently praying until her child comes through the door.
No one knows the disappointments that choke her heart
As she fights to keep things from falling apart
Everyone takes for granted she will always be strong
So, she bears their burdens her whole life long
Bravely, she presses on
Never complaining
Working tirelessly,
Always smiling, gentle and loving
Always there for you and me
A pillar of strength for all to see
No one knows the tears she has cried silently,
No one knows the endless hours she has spent on bended knees
Praying for her family
copyright by P. Newman-Harris