When My Mother Cries

    My mother cries,
    and rivulets of abandonment
    trickle down her cheeks
    into streams of loneliness.
         (Her tears are bitter)

    She cries,
    and tributaries of anger
    flow into rivers of pain.
         (They sting my wounds)

    My mother cries,
    and I struggle to keep swimming
    through her oceans of despair.

     
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