River of tears

There are mothers who are told their only value is in bearing children. There are mothers who raise their children alone. There are mothers who have no food to give their children. Their tears are sacred. There are mothers who must watch their childrens dreams die. There are mothers who must watch their children taken off to prison. There are mothers who must watch their children taken off to war. These tears are sacred. There are mothers who must work until their bones crack. There are mothers who must struggle against disease, violence or hatred. There are mothers who must put their children to bed on the street. Those tears are sacred. There are mothers whose children have been stolen away. There are mothers whose children have died. There are mothers whose children didnҒt live long enough to be born. Their sacred tears flow into a great river. There are mothers who are themselves children. There are mothers who cannot bear children but become mothers of children born by others. There are mothers who must give their children another mother and go on alone. All the tears in the same river. (Alternative title: "Who is Mother's Day for?")