Let me count my tears

When the task is done,

let me count my tears –

the wet ones for my children

the dry ones for my parents

the ones for my youth that turned to crystals

kicked to the pavement like the times long gone.

Let me feel my tears –

the salty waterfalls that build in my bones

for the lovers that would have made good fathers

for my brother miscarried by my mother the year we saw Chernobyl.

And today’s tears,

for the mothers of teenagers who lost their path

headaches and heartaches that evaporate on the dawn

but stuck to window shutters they linger ever more.

I beg you –

when we’re done, just let me count my tears.

Image by Unicadmo79 on Pixabay (one of my favourite ever found on this site)