Her Truth By: AstridRaww A mother’s love we’ve heard that poem A mother’s touch we could go on and on But our mother’s pain there is no song As a ringing in the ears of time gone Throughout her years Her silent dreams and hidden tears has passed through us Through Intelligent design to clear the dust of generational hurt and mistrust The silence speaks but it’s a must If we don’t speak to that we don’t speak of her love The love she exudes outside of her pain or the one that she hides because of her shame The promises she kept despite the obstacles The ones that she didn’t because of the load Which ever way we’ve grown to know our mother’s to this day It means that much more her love we found through her pain.