'Mother Dear'

she's downstairs now ...
I can hear her ... listening to my pains
she can sniff the air
and tell ... how much homework still remains
she can taste the fear ... the rush
as I write; my love, my hope ... my song
a life's dream compressed in minutes
but she only knows ... I'm wrong!
no noise now as she waits to pounce
and I frantic ... make my mistakes
allowing more un-needed pressure to build
a runaway depression ... no supporting brakes
a door opens ... a footstep on the stair
panic as I open a text-book ... any
and try frantically to hide my poems ...
my words, my open heart ... my thoughts for a penny
step, step, step ... I try for calm
a polite respectful smile to hide my dreads
can't show weakness or like the wolf-bitch
she will rend and tear my life to shreds

"hello mother dear"
"everything alright?" she asks
"fine thankyou mother dear,
just finishing off my tasks"

kiss
kiss