The Mothers Tear Poem by Fatmir Terziu

A tear

dripped

rolled.

A Globe

fell

It upturned

Under the ray of light, a precious crystal

Came out of mother's heart that night.



It rolled out of fear,

It appeared out of joy.

My mother's tear!



Still as if shocked

It rolls for unknown motives,

My mother's tear,

…that diluted tear!



I saw my mother when she stilled a tear,

It dripped in that dark year…

A tear,

A globe

My mother's tear!



A tear still glassy in my heart…

A tear with the weight of the world

A tear which calms the others

A tear which holds the rays of the light.

A mother's tear!



A tear that washed the office suits

A tear that wetted the rags of time

A tear that spilled to wash the unwashed

A tear which stood up to the enemies

The tear of the mothers!



A drip of a mother's tear

Brought by God to be spilled over

Cradles,

Chambers,

Window embrasures

As many times as it is necessary.



The tear of mothers!

Their only weakness

A tear for humankind.