Glam Mum

Glam Mum walks past and the sadness trails behind her like her child does;
Glam Mum defies age,
Her beauty burnt on her face with the harsh glare of UV,
Her clothes from all the best shops,
Colour-coordinated
Like her face;
Glam Mum divorced and lost her heart
And found it replaced by bitterness
Which doesn’t show,
Not on her;
Her child carries the weight;
Poison like pus wells up from the child’s heart.
How did it happen?
Who knows?
Another child with Rights and Unhappiness,
Twisting every careless word into a knife she harbours and then unsheathes,
Keep your mouth closed before her because she’ll
STRIKE!
You won’t see the blow,
Just feel the after-effects, the rage of stung adults,
The fire of tormented youths.
Glam Mum walks into the distance,
And the child casts a mean glance backwards.