Our Mother’s Tears

 She is so tired of being strong as my broken heart felt our mother’s endless pain.

She is in need of comfort as my ears heard our mother’s deafening grieving howl.

She is slowly being drained as my soul heard our mother’s whisper begging for her children life.

She is washing the age of war blood stains away as my eyes witnessed our mother’s weeping tears.

And someday, somewhere, someone will sense the very essence of my soul taking its last breath as I perform our mother’s last rites.

Image: Central Park Helinski