I think this is about a mother that had a somewhat bad, evil, or maybe just incomprehended son. They never got to understand each other, they both suffered much, he was scorned by the rest of the people, that made the mother totally unhappy, because no matter how proud or stubborn or different he was, still remained her son for all eternity.
The son is now dead, finally in peace, and the woman is somewhat relieved that it's all over and he suffers no more. She recognizes maybe she shouldn't be crying for him for it was the best, but cannot avoid it, being a mother is a sacrifice after all; and she regrets she never reached him. Now she just wants to mourn him and think of nothing else, keeping the memories of what was really important: the love she had for him; not thinking about what is good, what is bad, or even what is beyond death.
I think this is about a mother that had a somewhat bad, evil, or maybe just incomprehended son. They never got to understand each other, they both suffered much, he was scorned by the rest of the people, that made the mother totally unhappy, because no matter how proud or stubborn or different he was, still remained her son for all eternity. The son is now dead, finally in peace, and the woman is somewhat relieved that it's all over and he suffers no more. She recognizes maybe she shouldn't be crying for him for it was the best, but cannot avoid it, being a mother is a sacrifice after all; and she regrets she never reached him. Now she just wants to mourn him and think of nothing else, keeping the memories of what was really important: the love she had for him; not thinking about what is good, what is bad, or even what is beyond death.