by: Sarah
Momma why aren’t you happy…
I made you breakfast cleaned my room.
Still you, yell your anger shows as I’m thrown from room to room.
I wait to cry, I hold it in
I’ve learned real well to harbor sound.
I love you so
I always will
Momma you try
Through high eyes
I pray for you
Not for me
I pray you become happy
Find peace to whatever makes such misery.
Hopefully love finds way
In tears of pain.