Silent as the sky above,
never did she know that she was loved.
Brooding all day and night,
night times mostly spent in fright.

Humming a song of her people though,
a weeping widow would calm her down,
'Mom, I'm fine!' she would always scold,
100 Acre woods had only 2 sounds.

A charming price with a silver sword,
a debonair man with a lions mane.
Any moment now would knock down her door,
and sweep her off her feet away.

10 hours turned weeks and weeks turned months,
the imbecile never showed,
poor little girl keep humming her tune,
and cleansed all of her abode.

The mother grew worried now for the facts she truly knew,
Prince charming was, but a myth she weaved, for her princess to sleep,
No life is lived with a broken heart, she convinced herself to confess,
told a final tale and said, she knew she'd made a mess.

Unable to believe a betrayal from
a women she called her Ma,
packed her bags, picked up her things,
and took off really far.

Two days later the doorbell rang,
a handsome lad pushed through,
'tell me where my love hides, maam'
Was he really true?

She recited the tale of lies she wrote and
failed to mention one thing,
for she ever had a daughter who ran,
Ma silently slipped on his ring.