Mary smiled at her own child
as she calmly did her hair
Her face was soft and never scoffed
whenever she went anywhere
Her quaint baby, she grinned softly
when her mom turned around
loose folds in blue of the faintest hue
made up her elegant gown
She brushed off her waist and made signs of haste
to the girl to go downstairs
Her make-up was on, she looked like the dawn
without it’s sunlight glares
Her grace became that which brought shame
to all passing around
But with one soft glance she brought romance
to any man she found
Mary stroked her girl with her beautiful curls
and stepped in the limo outside
The child just stayed while the sky slowly grayed
And Mary just brimmed with pride
An hours drive till she made it, live
to the town of fortune and fame
She looked in the mirror, saw her skin was clear
and set off to make her name
In a live movie screening TV stars were preening
but stopped when Mary walked on stage
She cleared her voice and said this was her choice
and that soon she would be just the rage
To her surprise, delight filled their eyes
and they accepted her with charm
She soon moved there without much care
after all, what is the harm
But her daughter just waited, her beauty soon faded
and she grew stiff and cold
She read the papers of all her mom’s capers
As age made Mary more bold
Publicly ridiculed Mary knew she was fooled
and went home to her daughter dear
On her way home, she didn’t stop to roam
or check if her make-up was clear
And as the car drove she remembered on the cove
when reporters asked if she were married
But she said no way and if they should stay
she’d tell them that she had miscarried
If she said she’d a child her fans’d be less wild
and loose interest so she had just lied
If they had known, Mary’s job wouldn’t of grown
and that, Mary couldn’t abide
“My girl won’t mind” she said from behind
unaware she was watching the show
And that was the peak of Mary’s famous week
till all of her fans began to go
So on her home ride, Mary’s everlasting pride
began to falter and fade
And she began to dream of a happy movie screen
where she had at home also stayed
The car made a stop, Mary wished that a cop
had detoured them but there was none
Her daughter was waiting calmly relating
in her mind what her mom had done
“My dear” she said shyly suddenly feeling smilely
As she poked her head inside
Her girl was right there and with a great care
spit on her with hate and pride
“What the...” Mary asked. “A see through mask.”
Her daughter explained looking upset
“That is your face, your life, your disgrace
and me, who you tried to forget
You mask up the sores, the scars, the bores
and cover your face in the mask
And you walk into town, in a pretty gown
‘What the hell are you?’ They ask
And you reply, bat a disguised eye
say that you are new in the city
They ask if your face was scarred out of place
You just say that you’re really pretty
So they leave you alone, you think you’ve grown
but that is a mask as well
And you’re shocked to find that you left me behind
Now that your life has gone to hell”
Her child spit again on Mary’s painted skin
and slammed the door with a shout
The car had drove away but Mary couldn’t stay
so Mary just wandered about
And did you know that just two weeks ago
They found her on the side of a road
They buried her quick just in case she was sick
while hate in her daughter just growed
Her girl’s become mean, and she’s ‘come rather lean
‘cause there’s never much food around
And when she passed away on the seventh of May
I’ll tell you just what they found
Make-up littered the walls, paint covered the halls
Holloween masks were strewn everywhere
but on her daughter’s face, they found not a trace
of make-up, her young face was bare