Masters of Disguise
traditions of the mother
Mothers are known for their nurturing
For their caring nature
They are always trying to protect
Hoping for happy and strong children
Believing she can guide
Yet she becomes a master of disguise
Hiding any pain she feels
Stuffing the tears behind her eyes
Stifling every unspoken cry
All of this so we don’t see
Problem is we see beyond the surface
We can sense her unease
We can feel her fear
While settling for her fiction
Her façade leaves us disheveled
She hopes her words teach us
But we only learn her habits
Learning strength means not crying
Seeking help equals weakness
And admission of fear is sin
We grow to portray her in every way
As she watches she sees we caught the lies
She regrets wearing her living guise
Her newfound vulnerability may be a little too late
But with prayers she hopes her words of truth finally take
