My mum is so beautiful, the flowers are angered. 

A picture of health, the doctors cowered. 

Her voice so tuneful, birds shy away. 

Her soul so perfect, to their dismay. 

 

But look closer.

Her mask is coming away.  

She can no longer hide it; from the world, her lover and from her daughter  

 

My mum is so tired, but refuses to sleep just yet  

So ill but won’t get help, causing the doctors to fret

Her voice so dull, birds invite themselves to sing on top 

Her soul so damaged it’s to my surprise her heart doesn’t stop  

 

So look under the mask that hides her feelings  

Your mum is a person  

A person full of so much love that you don’t allow her to show