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.
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