Mama's Mascara Tainted Tears

Mama' Mascara Tainted Tears...

When i was a little girl
I'd sit on Mama's knee
Through mascara tainted tears
She would strain a smile for me.

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With a teardrop on my cheek
And a graze upon my elbow
I went to find my Mother
Who could make all the pain go.

I first went by the kitchen
And grabbed myself a snack
I shared half with our dog
Who was sleeping out the back.

Then I popped into the bathroom
And admired my little graze
I turned it left, I turned it right
In a self-condoling daze.

Then I wandered through the house,
And I peered in through her door.
With mascara tainted tears
Mum was sitting on the floor.

I wandered in and pointed
At the elbow i had grazed
My Mum looked up at me,
Her brown eyes were slightly glazed.

Then she kissed my dried up tear
And scooped me onto her lap
While mascara tainted tears
Still ran like a leaking tap.

Mama ran her hand
Through my light blonde hair
I glanced a look up at her
I saw the pain she'd never share.

A bruise forming on her cheek
Her arms had several more.
And all her pretty things knocked over
And some were smashed upon the floor.

But she hugged me nice 'n' tight
And said "Mousie, I love you."
I looked into my Mama's eyes
And whispered "I love you too."

There were times when my Mum
Would break down and fall apart
I'd sit on her lap trying to comfort
And listen to the beating of her heart

She would kiss me on my forehead
Rock me to and fro
But her mascara tainted tears
Caused an ache you'll never know.

Because her eyes were full of love,
But her tears were full of pain.
She would pass the love to me
And with hurting, her tears would stain.

And when Mama felt alone,
Scared and insecure,
With mascara tainted tears
She'd hug me so much more!

Even now, like back then
As a little girl full of fears
Nothing is more sacred to me
Than Mama's mascara tainted tears.

Because no matter how much pain
My Mama was always there
Through mascara tainted tears
She still found the time to care.

And now I'm praying that when
My children are sad and hurt
With my mascara tainted tears
I'll hug them and wipe away the dirt.

If I can do it half as well
As my Mama did for me,
Even with mascara tainted tears
Deep down i will be happy.