I got the above picture for a poetry challenge and I found my ideas completely dried out.
My first thoughts were on masked emotions by mothers’ hidden from their children and also maybe mother’s devotion. Then I thought of a narrative from the child’s point of view .
I wanted the child to say, what did she do under the mask to make him smile.
Finally this is what I could come up with. My secret wish is for all adults who read this to smile thinking about those moments you had with your mother. And those which you had as a mother.