My Mother Was Lying

My mother was lying 
When my father was wearing a military uniform 
And went out before sunrise so no one could see him 
My mom kept smiling for the length of his absence 
So we didn’t see her choking back tears 
And when we missed him 
She told us 
He is going to return the meaning to our map 
We thought he was a cartographer 
And when my father returned without an arm 
She told us 
He gave his arm to the homeland 
And the homeland gave him a medal 
We didn’t know the meaning of war until we grew up 
That like plastic bottles 
The tyrants had recycled our lives during their many war 
Now I understand why my mom was lying 
And why when my father returned from war 
He didn’t recognize his face in the mirror
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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