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?