Mother’s Gray (Love You Anyway)

mummy, mummy, i know your
son’s a hopeless
dummy

but i’m gigglin’ while breathin’
and nose ain’t even
that runny
..

anymore.

but i’m not like you
knew me before.

not much more to complain or
say to you ‘cept i hope we
dance this awkward
dance

again come next
mother’s day,

it seem i know you more
with each day i grow
more gray.

but who really ever
know us?

i’ll ever hold my love for you
tho pen only bleeds
you these black
roses.

image: https://www.americamagazine.org/faith/2019/05/11/what-not-do-during-mothers-day-mass

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