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Onion tears I heard mother say
As she used her apron to wipe them away
But she was in the process of kneading bread
I knew those tears were genuine instead
She never wanted us to see her cry
Alas, her tender heart would often sigh
Tears cleanse the soul of deepest pain
Clear the path for smile to follow the rain
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What an amazing day.
so touching
so touching and warming
I can still see my grandmother baking bread and saying this kind of wisdom to me. Now, when I am unsure is something I’m doing is wrong. all I have to do is ask would she be proud of me doing it and the answer is the right answer.
Love your poem! Outsmarted by the child! As a Mom, I know those times of trying to hide the tears.