Sitting on the fourth step,
Facing the front door
Sobbing because her teenage daughter
Cursed and slammed the door
Tears trickling down her cheeks
When not invited out with friends
Crying over spilt milk
Dad’s shaved head
Split ends.
Wailing with frustration
Fretting over dinner
Blubbing at Coronation Street
Enjoying the release it would bring her
Roaring at injustice
Weeping down the phone
Puffy eyed when others died
The tears would flow and flow
Then when her own death drew near
I looked for water in her eyes
Instead I was met with something else
A new gaze had materialised
Her hazel grey eyes blazed with intensity
They met mine with resign
A new sorrow shared with me
Regret and love combined
And I longed for her to cry with me
But I think I was missing the point
The tears dried up when there was nothing to resolve
Her heart stopping with a jolt.