Not a Mother
Your smile held the sunshine
Clearing the clouds in the sky
Your voice a singsong
A quiet comfort in the nighttime
Your grace unmatched
You were beauty all on your own
Yet your beauty was illusory
No one knew the truth
It was a rouse to hide the hate living in you
Laughing with me at a passing joke
Then spilling your words of disdain down my throat
You would giggle so sweetly
Then be enraged within the blink of an eye
I never knew whether to laugh or cry
Nor could I predict which way you would sway
So I never wanted to face another confusing day
But your deceitful beauty held my heart
I could never separate illusion from the truth
Surely such an angelic smile could not disguise an evil mind
Surely such soft hands caressing mine
Could not be the same ones bruising my skin
One could see how that would confuse
But now with age I can comprehend the truth
You were not a mother, you were not yourself
You had an illness for which you would not get help
I choose now, Mother, to see you in Heaven's light
A beautiful soul no longer trapped in your own mind
Goodbye
Copyright © Claudia Mccracken | Year Posted 2017
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