Frustrations

The clink of clean dishes,
Barely covers the sound of your fussing,
Stinging eyes,
But I hold the tears back with all I’ve got,
There must be a hole where your heart is,
I wonder who took it out?
You blame it on me and all my ­disappointments,
Laugh lines used to circle your lipgloss ­covered mouth,
But were replaced by a tense jaw
And a frown,
The words,
“I’m proud of you”