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Tears of my mother

When my mother moaned
As she witnessed her daughter depart this life
I was touched by the glitter in her tears
        Tears of emancipated love,
         The sort ordinary in a woman
         That is not faked or imperfect;
But my father admonished me
That her tears were psychologically adulterated,
That her tears were meant to delude me-
After all fatality of a son is more devastating.
         I did not accept as true what father told me
         For I knew the lie in male psychology
         So I ran from him without looking back
And followed mother to her bedroom
And I wiped away the tears from her face:
         She was my mother
         And I was her son
I could not let her cry alone.


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  1. Date: 3/22/2013 7:14:00 PM
    This is profound, Honesty...obviously your Mother's gentleness is passed on to you. I love this. Annalise

  1. Date: 5/26/2012 11:29:00 AM
    " very deep words here, but moving I Am touched and pleased i read this. Termendious job Honesy! This one I will remember for years to come. and many there after.....

  1. Date: 12/5/2011 4:51:00 PM
    Oh" I so like this very much , I've written 2 maybe three for my mother ,, nicely worded ;} have a blessed day!

  1. Date: 3/2/2011 2:34:00 AM
    This is very touching,Honesty.Sweet piece of art.Belated thanks for congrats.

  1. Date: 2/23/2011 8:41:00 AM
    Oh no=0( This is sad... But written very well. I can say coming form an Jamaican American background..I was taught the same thing about tears. In my family the men don't cry. A sad untruth to pass down to our children. Good write!

  1. Date: 2/15/2011 12:46:00 AM
    Honesty Oimbo - beautiful end wiping mothers tears... perhaps the most divine duty. thnx for for reading & liking my verse "Me still as statue". Luv & Best wishes.....Hitendra Mehta

  1. Date: 2/13/2011 4:42:00 AM
    a riveting piece that awes me no end, honesty.. the way your thoughts flowed to give it a last impact is astoundsing! great stuff! :) huggs, nette

  1. Date: 2/12/2011 1:39:00 PM
    This poem is beautiful, the love for your mother is overwhelming, I adore the lines "and I wiped away the tears from her face, she was my mother, and I was her son" does it get any more beautiful than this~~

  1. Date: 2/12/2011 8:29:00 AM
    Most touching and sensitive HONESTY in your tender words of emotion .. such deep thoughts conveyed to paper my friend.. I was very close to my own Mother and can imagine how she would have reacted to bury a child .. good luck if for the free verse contest with luv..

  1. Date: 2/12/2011 4:50:00 AM
    Great work..If based on truth, great kindness and understanding that you have as a person and son..The loss of a child is devastation for a parent..The parent should go first never have to bury a child..Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work..Your kind remarks are appreciated..Sara

  1. Date: 2/11/2011 10:35:00 PM
    Very touching Honesty. I cannot picture a father saying that at such a time but I can see the son wanting to show his love for his mother. Thank you for your comment on my little entry. Love, Joyce

  1. Date: 2/11/2011 10:14:00 PM
    i am sobbing, this poem is wonderful

  1. Date: 2/8/2011 6:11:00 PM
    beautiful and very profound, lessons learn't from real life. love this . Harry

  1. Date: 2/8/2011 9:39:00 AM
    She was my mother And I was her son I could not let her cry alone! A great impact, your last lines summing up, Honesty! Agape, Moses

  1. Date: 2/7/2011 10:10:00 PM
    wow, this is very touching and heartfelt, Honesty. I really liked seeing this one as I get ready to leave here for the night. Luv, Andrea Ps is that your real name or a pen name?

  1. Date: 2/6/2011 1:33:00 PM
    Touching and moving memories of your mother you recollected and paid a fine tribute to her, Honesty

  1. Date: 2/6/2011 3:18:00 AM
    Beautiful, touching, and so sad. Thanks for your comment