Tuesday’s train commute drafting Mom’s blog

Mist filled eyes well, they overflow

Unseen tears tickle as they trickle down, turning torrential

A silent wrenching sob stems the salty deluge

I pull myself together to alight

Day long, senses are on high alert.

Thursday again office bound, nerves fraying

Rubbing raw eyelids smart, stinging red

My throat’s hoarse, sinus cavities throbbing

Tight head’s aching, cranial pressure building

Reliving memories of music, words, scenes

Gates release, inner body racking, wailing

Sluicing waves wash out secreted regret, loss, guilt

Concluding a weary week of weeping.