It has been so long since

I’ve heard my son laugh.

Or saw that brilliant smile

Spread across his handsome face.

And I wonder…

Will I ever experience those

Happy moments again?

There is no music so beautiful

As the laughter of one’s child.

No silence as deafening

As the absence of that laughter.

A Mother’s days are

Caught up in the mundane tasks

Of everyday living.

Her nights are filled with

Anguish over the happiness

Of her children.

Plotting cruel schemes

Against those who have stolen

Their smiles and

Killed their laughter.

If she’s a GOOD Mother she does.

And while we wait for those

Magical moments to return to us,

To once again brighten our days,

Our hearts are filled with a

Sadness.

Mothers spend their lives

In the torment of helplessness

Over broken hearts

Broken promises

Broken dreams.

And in that helplessness

We know the sorrow

Of our children.

And we alone remain to weep.

(Even though my son is a grown man, with kids of his own, he will always be my baby!)