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 skin 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.