APRIL FOOL

It was April 1st after all

So I worried my mom that I had failed a class

Of course I hadn’t, in fact, I hadn’t ever failed a lesson,

Let alone a class.

But she bought it hook, line, and sinker.

(I was so convincing I could have been an actress on a stage).

She wasn’t angry- she was worried about my reaction.

“Have some tea.  You can take it again.  We’ll get a tutor next time.”

She was the perfect mother doing what perfect mothers do- 

Supporting through the bad times; building me up.

I started feeling bad about my deceit,

Almost angry because she should have known me better.

I pondered how to make it right

Or funny when I disclosed the truth.

But no alternative scenario would work

So I chose silence about my April Fools joke.

I pretended to take the class that fall;

I convinced her I could do OK without an additional tutor.

I thanked her for her loving response.

We celebrated my later success with tea and chocolate cake.

Without a doubt she is my anchor

My support in times of need;

But I have to ask- 

What kind of daughter does that to her mother?