Hal Caufield


My Mother's Tears - Poem by Hal Caufield

My mother cried again last night.
I looked down trying to avoid her eyes,
Knowing that I was the cause of the pain.
She wrestled with my stare
Until I was confronted with
The totality of her heart ach.
Though once filled with a million hopes,
Each tenderly imparted to me on a mother’s lap,
Her eyes were now finite
And devoid of any joy.

She begged me to understand,
How I am such a good man,
But once again I am not loved
For heart or word,
Rather I am sought
For house and hearth.

Like a scoundrel and wretched dog,
I fought back the tears
For the pain I have caused
This good woman in so many years.

Though all her life she has
Stood like Penelope as a defender
Of marriage, I have forced
Her not once, but twice to counsel
Breaking nuptials for the sake of true Love.

But I know her deepest pain
Was not the strain of it happening again.
I know she feared most that I may
Never be loved for heart and word.
Her greatest fear, that her once young boy
May never find true Love.
So again she cried in my arms.
And I hung my head in shame
For the choices I have made.


Comments about My Mother's Tears by Hal Caufield

  • (12/29/2009 9:20:00 AM)


    .A nice anad expressive poem, v gd choice of words and, clear sentencs, but i guess if u had included it some music it would have been much more likeable. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/6/2009 4:23:00 PM)


    The beginning was absolutly beautiful,
    this poem is very moving.
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  • (12/6/2009 4:17:00 PM)


    Moving, but hopefully there will be better days ahead? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, December 7, 2009


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