The Brick Mansion!

What it appeared to everyone, Was just a mansion made out of bricks. Of what happened inside, Was known by none. A family held together, A family, Run by a widowed mother. Standing tall, like an impregnable wall, An armor to her children, Always ready to take the first bullet. A teacher, Without a degree, Imparting lessons on life. And her pupil, her children, Learnt to thrive. A close confidant, She promised to take 'em all, All along with her, to her grave. Along she played the role of a father, And in times of need, She held their hand, And advised them to be brave, The next time and every time. A magician, Turning every tragic moment, Into a lively juncture, She had in her, this very rare feature. Sometimes like a tailor, She stitched relationships, Closely knitting them, She made them dance to every tune. A master chef, She could hear their growling stomachs, And added a pinch of love every time, To serve it fresh. She pledged her life, To her children, And they turned her sacrifices, To a fortune. I still visit that place, My father's house, A paradise to my mother, And to what people refer to as, THE BRICK MANSION!!!