Broken vase greeted mom when she returned home,
She yelled,"who did this?" She said, " I did this mom"
She kissed and hugged her, felt proud that she told the reality,
Reared her as single mother,delighted for her truth speaking ability.
Not like her mother who scolded her every time,
As if by breaking something she committed a crime,She remembered how her mother beaten her in childhood,
For her lost woolen socks while playing by the woods,
She never spoke truth to her mother after that,
Distanced herself from her like a rat from a cat,Hid everything, the broken trust,the broken heart,
The dance reject,the booze effect and the guy smart,
She determined to be like a friend with her daughter,
And not to create between them any such border,her daughter never hides , never makes excuses,
A lifetime lesson learnt for getting woolen socks bruises
This poem is linked to Poetry Jam (Broken) and The Mag 243 (picture prompt)