Mother’s Day: Silent Tears

by Kebby Warner
Tiny little hands gripping my own,
Promises made only to be broken.
Who do I blame? Myself, of course.
Will she ever know my name?
Wanting to change my past,
Uncertain about my future.
Mistake made, lessons learned…life.
Will she ever know my name?
Phone calls once a month.
The tiny little voice so many miles away.
Longing to hold her in my arms.
Will she ever know my name?
Silent tears flow down my face.
No one can see them they’re hiding,
Hiding them selves inside my soul.
She still doesn’t know my name,
Will she ever know?
Originally published at:
Women and Prison: A Site for Resistance, 
a project of Beyondmedia Education.
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