Tiny tears fall on the ground
As I tiptoe to my mother’s room
She holds me close to her chest
And smells of sweet perfume

I clutch her shirt with little hands
And speak of my troubling dream
She smiles down and comforts me
Quieting my sobs and childish screams

But those days have come to pass
I now must silence my own tears
I’ve kept my problems to myself
For the past seven years

Because my mother couldn’t handle
If I came climbing in her bed
With tears running down my face
And my sleeves soaked with red