Mothers Hear
When your fledgling heart is breaking
and tears silently start to fall;
mothers hear.
When you whisper of secret loves
suppressing muffled cries of joy;
mothers hear.
When lies get rehearsed in your mind,
and before you utter a word;
mothers hear.
When you struggle to stifle screams
entombed in a cone of silence;
mothers hear.
When you learn to laugh at yourself
and take life less seriously;
mothers hear.
When you mumble, I love you, Mom;
and the words come straight from your heart,
mothers hear.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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