Tears of a MotherA Poem by Matthew CloughIs
there nothing so sad as
the tears of a mother?
The
woman who, regardless, stands
at the sink washing
dinner dishes:
the
woman whose husband has
not smiled in years, the
woman whose children do
not love each other, the
woman whose mother will
die before year’s end.
This
is the woman who gave
everything she had to
lift the souls of so many
and
all she does now is
scrub, scrub, scrub. © 2014 Matthew Clough |
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