I'd Give Anything
I'd give anything to change the depression that takes over the expressions of my mother.
My mother,
Who once wore a smile that complemented her asthetic face,
Is swallowed by the reality that we might not have a meal today,
That there are too many bills to pay,
Or that her husband will just come home and lie on the couch,
Again.
My dad doesn't understand.
He can't comprehend anything.
The fattening chips crunching loudly in his greasy mouth,
Block the sounds of my mother letting him know about her feelings.
The T.V taking over the attention of his dark eyes,
Blind him from the sight of my mother crying.
I'd give anything to change the depression and hopelessness that continously consumes my once exhilarated mother.