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 on 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
Days, 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