Dear Mama,
I miss you.
When will you come home?
You've gone far away,
Too far for me to find you,
Too far for me to follow.

You used to be there when I got home.
Sitting in your chair,
Asking who came through the door.
You were always there.

But now you've gone,
Far, far away.
Too far for me to find you,
Too far for me to follow.

I miss your great big laugh.
Even from across the room,
Too big to ever miss.
You were always happy.

But now you've gone,
Far, far away.
Too far for me to find you,
Too far for me to follow.

I miss helping you.
I used to know when you were hungry,
Sad, upset or thirsty.
I was there to support you.

But now you've left me.
Far, far behind you.
Too far for me to find you,
Too far for me to follow.

Dear Mama,

Why won't you answer me?

Don't you hear my cries?

Won't you wake up for your child?

Won't you wipe away her tears?

I don’t understand,
And yet I do.
The clover is considered lucky,
I guess I need one to help me through,
I am blue and that is sad,
But the sky is blue is the sky sad?
I wear my raincoat to avoid the water,
And yet I cleanse my sorrows in a the wet embrace of a shower,
They wash away and run down the drain,
*A small weight off my back so I don’t waste away.