A Mothers Tears

by

Roy Wayne Crouch

From the womb with love,
She remembers that day,
The first time she held you,
You brightened her day.

Mother love memories,
Things no one knows,
Left with these memories,
Her tears start to flow.

The first time you walked,
With each step you'd take,
The bonds that grew stronger,
Now causes heart-aches.

Memories of school,
Years quickly did go,
From babe to teen-ager,
How fast you did grow.

The joy to her heart,
From your beautiful smile,
To tell you she loves you,
And talk for a while.

Then she was robbed,
Of many good years,
Often her memories,
Are followed by tears.

Her work not yet finished,
Gods will to be done,
Her thanks is to Jesus,
For keeping her son.

One day she will join him,
He'll show her around,
As they walk on the mountain.
Where no tears are found.

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from: Sunderland, England, UK

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