Honoring The Title

"Mother" a sacred word revered and worth its weight in gold children learn to bow their head and say their grace and bless the hands that made their plate and cracked the whip for heavensake to speak of hurt feels close to sin as though the thought must rest within ignore the pain preserve the picture frame and never tarnish mother's name hush child don't you weep be a keeper of her legacy wear the mask play the role quiet grief outlives the story told beyond the blame of sacred truth down to the bitter root no arms to catch no truth confessed wounds ignored and hearts suppressed a child learns to stand alone when love was owed but never shown in every bond there's give and take a mother's touch a quiet ache a poor heart can hold so much inside like a bruise hides inside a lie what's a plot without a twist a mother’s touch is like a kiss smooth sailing or turbulence though life may pull and currents twist the absence leaves an aching drift