A book of my thoughts and feelings

Wish you would come back

Ever since my father died, my mother has not been the same.
The sunshine that used to shine in her eyes has now turned to rain.
Day in and day out she never seems fully happy
It's always mad, sad, aggravated,
It's like she feels every other emotion, except happy
I love my mother I swear I do
But blind can't lead the blind
And I can't help her be happy if I'm unhappy too