Mild Friendly Eyes

She sits obtrusively unobtrusive, her largeness unhidable.

She's heard the comments about her behind and the jokes when she's eating.

But behind her mild friendly eyes, a very different person lies.
Her daughter yonder stretching, the product of one man's letching...
How she loves that girl so much and yet shudders to remember the father's touch?
A constant wonder.

She sits and dreams of a different world.
Something beautiful for her little girl.
A dream, a whim, a wish
For her daughter to one day know bliss.

She spends so much time dreaming for the girl
That she never raises a finger to change her own world.
So at the end of the game when she's played her last play
What are her excuses, what is she gonna say?