Wearing Rose Colored Glasses

Wearing Rose Colored Glasses

She sets up family meeting,
for her thoughts had to share.
For it seems that her offspring
of some truths, unaware.
Asked for them to stand by her
to reach out hands and feel
that her skeleton’s made of
some bones, not of steel.
Then she placed heart on table,
showed them wounds needing
mending,
from the years of her walking
beside struggles, unending.
They wear rose colored glasses,
see not weakness, or age.
Think that she can still dance
upon floor of life’s stage.
See not water that ripples,
as time tosses new stones.
Choose to see Mom as woman
made of steel, not of bones.