Family Sculpture

Bound together with love,
The sculpture stands strong
Holding a perfect lie,
That Hides the imperfections of life
And deceives all that pass.

Cold hard marble shapes this lie,
With a hand circle of fake trust,
But in itself it carries stories,
The stories of my life.

It watches all,
And listens to all,
Watching the stumbles and falls
But eventually it does its job
And the lie is undone,
Nothing is yet perfect,
But we are bound together with love.