Mother.

It made me grow up quick

seeing my mother cry

Tears streaming down her cheek

She noticed me

Wiping her face dry

A smile on her face

Like it was always there

I was only a kid

Yet too old

To now know that

Mothers cried too

To know that

They hide too

It made me grow up quick

To never let my mother

Her eyes with water

Be filled with sorrow

My mother’s tear

Will only flow

When she is happy

And proud to be my

Mother

~ Anonymous.