In a make believe world of pretentious relationships...
Lived a matriarch, song in her heart and smile on her lips
Trust beyond every reason, she had, and love sublime..
She was so sure, there was no doubt this time
A feeling uncommon, a maternal instinct beyond all..
A bond never to fail, a house never to fall...
But alas.. of cards it was made, a wisp of pretence mere
Lamenting she lies, amongst ruins of something she held so dear