The Mothers Tear

By Fatmir Terziu A tear dripped rolled. A Globe fell It upturned Under the ray of light, a precious crystal Came out of mother’s heart that night. It rolled out of fear, It appeared out of joy. My mother’s tear! Still as if shocked It rolls for unknown motives, My mother’s tear, …that diluted tear! I saw my mother when she stilled a tear, It dripped in that dark year… A tear, A globe My mother’s tear! A tear still glassy in my heart… A tear with the weight of the world A tear which calms the others A tear which holds the rays of the light. A mother’s tear! A tear that washed the office suits A tear that wetted the rags of time A tear that spilled to wash the unwashed A tear which stood up to the enemies The tear of the mothers! A drip of a mother’s tear Brought by God to be spilled over Cradles, Chambers, Window embrasures As many times as it is necessary. The tear of mothers! Their only weakness A tear for humankind.