Should be.

When I see that smile,
Brighter, crazier,
With eyes glowing,
With true joy,
I am grateful for them

When I hear her laughter spill,
In tuneful waterfall,
Through the house,
That should be home,
I am grateful for them.

It just doesn't last.
It is so brief,
And she drops so suddenly,
From her glorious height,
That it leaves scars.

Confused,
Rejected.
In the house,
That should be home.
Yet she is grateful for them.