No tears fall harder, than those of br a broken hearted mother, she carries br her child around until it's ready to arrive br br She bears the labor pains no matter how br long it takes, because she knows her br prize is the moment she holds her child br br From that moment on she tries to soften br each blow she knows without a doubt life br will throw br br Yet late one night she gets that phone call br every mother dreads, a bearer of bad news br informs her that her child is dead, her tears br sound like lead falling in an empty steel drum br her legs give out her body goes numb br br Now every year for the rest of her life, instead br of laughter she cries, because of someone's br selfishness, the rest of her 'Mother Days Are Denied' br br Poet: Tina Marie Clark br @2009br br Tina Marie Clarkbr br