Happiness Becomes Me Poem by Adrienne Clark Strachn

Happiness is beneath her.
Like a cushion on her sofa
worn down,
inside foam, deterioration.
her inner core.

Watching her children play
with toys
she sips, some wine.
Wine that would be hidden
before he arrived.
the father of her children.

Bliss, becomes her
a familiar place
Memories, a young beautiful woman
Dancing, looking pretty not worn.
The father of her children
making love to her
times when she was pretty
silky red hair.

Keys abruptly, open the door
a frowning face, becomes him.
Frowns, upside down smiles
He turns to leave.
I turn the radio to music, once played
Sometime before
from better times.
Play it loud

My babies, so happy
Bouncing my sexy body and milk producing
breasts
I realize, all that matters is my babies

I walk to the door,
I turn the lock
the chain locks the door
Happiness becomes me