One day
My children will
Stop by
On their way
To somewhere else…
To
Kiss their old mama
See what I need
Fuss at me
For not eatin’ right… or
Stayin'
Out or Up
Too late…
If
By chance
I don’t open the door
Cuz I’m busy
With
A Good Smelling Man… and
Aretha Frankin
Sippin’ wine …And
Smokin’ Cigarillos…
They will blow up my phone…
And be all upset... Reprimandin’
My old self
When I finally answer
Speech softly slurred
(Aretha... moanin’ in the background)
Cuz I didn’t check in
In a timely manner...
Makin’ folks worry…
I will simply smile the learned smile
Of tried and tested mothers …
And have
A little more wine…
And
A little more Aretha…
And
A little more good smellin’ man…
One day…
Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 1:26 PM UTC
One day
My children will
Stop by
On their way
To somewhere else…
To
Kiss their old mama
See what I need
Fuss at me
For not eatin’ right… or
Stayin'
Out or Up
Too late…
If
By chance
I don’t open the door
Cuz I’m busy
With
A Good Smelling Man… and
Aretha Frankin
Sippin’ wine …And
Smokin’ Cigarillos…
They will blow up my phone…
And be all upset... Reprimandin’
My old self
When I finally answer
Speech softly slurred
(Aretha... moanin’ in the background)
Cuz I didn’t check in
In a timely manner...
Makin’ folks worry…
I will simply smile the learned smile
Of tried and tested mothers …
And have
A little more wine…
And
A little more Aretha…
And
A little more good smellin’ man…
One day…
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