Inchay
As a mother, there are many times I needed to as tough as a rock to be able to get by.
I smiled even if my heart is aching
I smiled even if my heart is breaking
I laughed even if I am falling apart
And when I am on my on I cry my heart out
No one notices my tears
That solemnly falls from my eyes
Goes along with the water
When I am taking a shower.
I am tough as you can see
but you are fooled by some trickery
I only needed to be strong
even if I am drifting to be able to go on.
Very well written. This is every mother’s story
it’s how every mother is going through. Giving up means losing everything no choice left but to keep on fighting for the sake and love of the children.
A very touching poem.
thank you my friend.