Silence voice

Mom...
Last night I saw a mirror in my dream...
I saw me...

I have not grown up mom...

You remember those drops falling on my tiny cheeks when I experienced my first disappointments? Drops  which I never cleaned out, keeping them on my cheeks for you to see and heal the pain with a kiss.?
You remember I was believing in tears? in the words they would say?
You remember I was believing they would last on my cheeks till they are seen? They would not disappear till you arrive?
You remember I was believing in waiting, believing in silence, and in a healing kiss?

I saw those tears in my dream mom...again on my cheeks
I am not grown up...I am still believing...

And, here...no one listens to silence mom...