The tears of mothers (Marcella Boccia) 🎧 English

The tears of mothers (Marcella Boccia)

They do not fall like rain,wild and reckless upon the earth.No, they descend in silence,one by one,like forgotten prayers slipping from trembling lips.They salt the cradle of the dead,bathe the wounds time dares not touch,carve rivers into withered handsthat once traced lullabieson sleeping brows.A mother’s tears do not dry.They turn to stone,to shadow,to the weight carried in the hollow of her chestwhere laughter once lived.And when the world forgets,when names are erased like footprints in wind,they remain—woven into the earth’s sorrow,whispering through the branches of orphaned trees,rising in the hush before the call to prayer.No grave can hold them.No war can silence them.The tears of mothersoutlive even the men who caused them to fall.