Weighted Tears

A gloomy sky choked back the Sun No one spoke on this day of mourning Silently, gravely, sadly, painfully This group marches on The procession stops short At the sound of a piercing whistle But quietly my mother's lips began to tremble The day continued dark and gray My heart once so light Darkened that day I stood as tall as a six-year old could And placed a rose in my grandmother's hand She was so still, no longer breathing Without meaning to she stirred a feelilng Softly the tears came Trailing down my face Then they fell like a torrent after a rain My eyes became shadowed and my heart cracked Holding my mother's hand I never went back To this day something has changed I wear a mask of happiness But inside myself I am slowly dying I hide the pain and lock it deep I lie awake at Night begging to sleep All I want is to hear her laughter again But God holds her tenderly In His precious holy hand