A winding Journey down soft white cheeks
Translucent salty fluid grief
Or are they shared along with smile
A mother’s love for newborn child
Do they bide with splintered dreams
Thoughts of past and better things
Do they come when loved ones go
With renewed hope do they flow
Crystal globes of hidden shame
Bursting torrents of pride unchained
Releasing binds of truth and pain
Cleansed eyes and soul for a brand new day