Sadness Pocketed

I have sadness pocketed.

I walk around smiling. I take care of my kids.

I order two pies of pizza and fries please.

I say thank you and smile.

But, when I walk to my car-

I put my hands in my pocket and feel the sadness.

I have sadness pocketed.

I say, "Thank G-d, fine."

When they ask me how I am.

I say, "She is so strong."

When they ask me about my mom.

I smile and wave,

and watch them watch me.

"So sad." I hear them say, "So sorry."

I smile,

"It's OK."

See, I'm smiling. It's really OK.

I walk away and keep smiling.

Such a stupid grin I have plastered on my face.

Do you think I fooled them all?

Do you think they think I have nothing in my pockets?