There were pearly drops of tears Rolled down on her wrinkly cheeks Too late to hide her watery eyes She managed to smile hiding her tears a bitter sweet smile indeed… but she smiled…
There was a stream of tears Still in the tired eyes Quickly she wiped the last teardrop With her sleeve as she saw me… A mother’s tears is always hidden As she cried silently at her kitchen’s sink Pretended to be alright mostly… But her heart at times crushes to pieces… Does anybody know? Does anybody care?