Mother

Dear mom, oh how I miss you so very much You've been gone almost thirty years Your soft-spoken voice and your gentle touch I still have that cup you filled with my tears I remember every time that I cried You would say to me- "Let's save those tears, son" I'm still saving them, ever since you died into the cup, drop-by-drop, one-by-one The cup rests beside a photo of you On the mantle next to dad's picture Oh, mom how I miss you and father too The tear cup- is a permanent fixture Since you've been gone my sorrow keeps growing That cup with my tears, keeps over-flowing