~ The Tears Of A Mother ~
We shed so many tears in our lives,
Tears of sadness, tears of joy,
Tears we share with others,
But there are no tears
Like the tears of a mother.
We hold their hands while they take that first step;
They let go,
We weep, full of pride, we watch them grow;
Their first day of school when they waved goodbye,
They left me with shoulders back
And chin held high,
Independent they were,
I felt like such a fool when they saw me cry.
The hands on the clock move on,
Days turn into weeks, weeks into years,
Time tiptoes quietly by;
What became of yesterday?
I ask myself.
I cry.
With each change and facet of their lives
Came trials and tribulations,
Scolding and edifications,
Each tempered with love,
My passion for them grows daily
As I pray for wisdom from above.
We all make mistakes,
I'm no different than any other,
I wasn't perfect, life is a Wait-And-See,
I wanted the best for my children,
I want them to be the best they can be.
Where will they go?
What will they become?
I watch them grow.
So many questions unanswered;
To tears I succumb.
Time slips away and moves on,
I am old now and quite alone,
I weep as I ask God, "Why?"
Often I shed tears silently,
Yes, I cry.
Janice Bumbalough Marler
© 2004
