Sometimes at night
when the lights are out,
when the flickerings of the lantern fades;
i hear a soft and a stealthy sob,
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A very touching and emotional poem for me. Where would I be without the love of my mother..thanks for sharing. Certainly a keeper!
Wow! ! What an enchanting public homage paid to warm tears shed in secret.... masking the sorrow of day-to-day interactions. Beautiful piece. So, tell me, Bolami: where do fathers cry? ?