Stabat Mater Poem by Vera Dike

Stabat Mater

You know why there are wrinkles in her face
and shadows in her gaze?
You know the endless work and neverending struggles,
the abasement when You hide sobbing
and the terror of a sleepless night?
You know how it feels when You keep Quiet
although You feel like yell?
When You hate Yourself
because You mishandle Your rage
when You keep smile despite of plight?
When You are exhausted and tired
but You wipe Your tears and go ahead?
When You feel hollow
but still give more
because above all is love?