Mom?
I miss you
When are you coming back?
Little brother cries all the time
Big sister is always out with friends
Dad works. A lot.
I'm stuck in the middle, again.
I clean, and cook, and do what you used to do
But its not the same.
You were better at these things.
When little brother cut his finger, you kissed it better.
I use band aids and hope they do the same.
When big sister makes a mess, you told her to clean up.
Dad just steps over it, and I clean it later.
I don't know what to do.
I miss you, and your ability to keep everybody happy
But I guess you weren't, right?
Dad says there's nothing to do but get over it
But I don't think I want to.
He doesn't go into that room anymore,
I don't clean it.
Nobody talks about you anymore,
And I miss that.
Yesterday when I dropped a plate, and big sister yelled
That I was stupid
You didn't come to my rescue.
Last week when the vacuum stopped working,
And dad shouted that I broke it
You didn't tell him to calm down.
A few days after you were gone I asked little brother
What he wanted for dinner, and he started crying
You didn't comfort him
Because he was crying over you.
Nobody at school talks to me very much.
Its not like they did when you were here,
But I can tell its different now
Because I'm the daughter
Of the housewife
Who shot her brains out.
I miss you, Mom.
When will you be back?
