Your Mother

Your mother is a good mother
She gave birth to you because they wanted her to
She wanted to be seen as more than just her
So here you are

Your mother is a good wife
She doesn’t talk when your father is talking
She lets him when he interrupts her
She knows he will say she doesn’t know anything
So she lets him talk as she listens
He is the man and he needs his pride
She convinces herself
She even teaches you to do the same
Follow the prime way of achieving peace in a marriage

Your mother is an artist
Hollywood would be lucky if she was cast
The way she so well applies the makeup
To hide the scars she earns at night
You hear her cry on those nights
But at dawn, you see her at her happiest
or what she wishes was true
She doesn’t want you to see her tired broken soul
Because she is a mother
And she has to stay strong
Your mother is many things, but herself.

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