A Silver Raindrop

I watch the silver raindrop Skate on the glass. Gently sliding It falls into the grass Below. Another raindrop, and another, I stare at them and see the tears Of my mother. I had hurt her Deeply. Tears of sorrow, and of pain. They welled up in her blue eyes. She looked away And cried. Softly. Rain on my window Tears on her cheek It’s cold and gray. She’s sad, and meek Today. I contemplate, then run to her arms. I’m sorry. Words can really harm. I hope this hug can heal …slowly.