The Gift of Her Tears

The Gift of Her Tears

Her tears are not just sorrow’s weight—  

They glisten, they rise, they shine.  

A mother’s love spills soft and golden,  

Binding our hearts in threads divine.  

Joy lives within each quiet drop,  

A whisper wrapped in warmth and light,  

Love so deep it floods the air,  

Turning shadows into flight.  

Her tears teach, her tears renew,  

They mend the cracks, they bloom the day.  

Through every tear—love’s gentle promise,  

A gift she gives, and we replay.