Nothing is Wrong
Mother is upstairs,
Cleaning the kitchen sink.
I can hear the scrubbing,
As she is busily rubbing.
Going on today,
As if it were just another day.
Nothing to worry about she is ok.
Nothing is wrong,
Not one to complain.
She keeps it inside,
As if it is just another day.
Laughing at the jokes that,
Come from tv.
As if they are funny,
As if the sky above is sunny.
Like there is still something worth laughing about.
As if the sky is still gleaming and nothing is wrong,
She sings a song,
As the music blares from the stereo,
That does'nt run all that well.
Keeping herself busy,
Running about her life in a frenzy.
With a smile etched on her face,
Engraved like stone as if she is afraid that if she lets it down,
The silence may leave her and she may start to cry.
Then the day is done,
And the sun has gone down.
Not a star in the sky,
Nothing but darkness,
And now she can hide,
She can go in her room and cry.
(not done wait for details.)
2007-08-10
19:20:07
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