I Want My Mommy Back

Flipping through those heart aching pictures,
I sunk into the past.
Back when she was home,
cuddling us in bed and protecting us to no end.
I cant smell that perfume anymore,
and It hurts knowing she left.
But when she returned it was scary,
she was not a mom anymore,
and not a wife.
I needed her, to tell me that nothing would change.
And also to tell me that she loved my dad,
even though he is gone.
And she wouldnt leave again,
but stay close next to me.
But she never did,
say anything to me at all.
I hate her for that.
How could she close herself down, and let us lie in the cold air?
I told my grandma my feelings,
but she questioned, "why? She didnt go nowhere."
But to me she did. And it will never be the same.
Please come back, Mommy.