My mother is the wife of my father for 26 years,
shes the middle child of two older sisters and one younger brother
shes a grandmother of a little girl and baby boy

She isnt the way she used to be
she was happier and playful as you can see;
Remembering her father words, and what was said
As her mother cradled her up and laid her to bed;

Always looking in a mirror that holds false pretenses,
Lost in yourself & disillusioned about the world around.
Climbing up a mountain of lies and built up of shaky defenses,