She smiles even if it kills,
Her from inside.
She laughs when she would 
Rather cry.
The tears she weeps 
Are hidden from the world
Or rather the only part of it
She really loves.
Her children, her offsprings
Living the life she dreamed 
To be worthy.
Then tears rise but they are not of 
Regret but pure joy
That comes from Living a life
To witness something 
That fills her heart
With love, happiness 
And then she cries
Her children are free to fly
The climb has flattened 
And so recede the battle cries
She has lived her life with might
And now the reason is walking by
Around her, saying goodbye.
She waves them away 
Walking towards the horizon,
The horizon that they had broadened 
And now they recede into oblivion. 
The sun is setting on her life
The sunrays shimmer away like 
Forgotten shadows.
She closes her eyes
To drift off into gentle slumber
For tomorrow she has to wake up
Again and face life.
The sun is gone, 
The shore is empty
But did I forget to tell you
That the moon gives its gifts in plenty.
/Dedicated to my mother/
/Published in the anthology 'Butterflies ',  available on Amazon/