On a rainy day
We made our way
In the car we drove calmly and okay
But through the window
On my mother's side
The drops revealed smudges and dysfunctions
Ones I did not see on my right
Pity I felt
For the cards she had been dealt
But my mother looked at me
She looked at the window through I could see
And she saw smudges unknown to me
And pity she felt
For the cards I'd been dealt
But it looked perfectly fine to me
So we looked at each other
And lay out a laugh
For nothing was at all that bad
Others may go through things
Things that are bad
Things you don't understand
But they can get along just like you
With a specific life lenses
That makes their experiences true