I am last Sunday
On the way to the store
And I am calling my mom as I walk
And I'm pushing my cart
From daylight to dark
I am my mother's answer
After four long rings
Can I call you back
in a minute?
I am crossing the street
And I'm between the traffic
And going under the train
And I am the rumbling train
I am my wife's grocery list
I am the apples
And granola bars
Paper towels
And milk
And toilet paper
And I'm the food that I'll buy
To make her this meal
That I've got in my head
I am my mom calling back
And the news of my nephew
Who made the basketball team
And I'm the pride of my nephew
And I'm the strength of the team
And I am getting the milk
And I'm forgetting the toilet paper
But I'm picking up some Asiago cheese
For the pasta I'll make
On Tuesday night
Can I call you back, Mom?
I am getting in line
And don't want to be rude
To the girl at the register
I am the girl at register
But I'm bagging my own groceries
In reusable bags
Because I'm saving the planet
And I'm back home in the kitchen
And I'm sautéing onions
And I'm garlic and salt
And turmeric and water
And rice and chicken stock
And I am waiting to boil
And I am the lid that covers the rice
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC
I am last Sunday
On the way to the store
And I am calling my mom as I walk
And I'm pushing my cart
From daylight to dark
I am my mother's answer
After four long rings
Can I call you back
in a minute?
I am crossing the street
And I'm between the traffic
And going under the train
And I am the rumbling train
I am my wife's grocery list
I am the apples
And granola bars
Paper towels
And milk
And toilet paper
And I'm the food that I'll buy
To make her this meal
That I've got in my head
I am my mom calling back
And the news of my nephew
Who made the basketball team
And I'm the pride of my nephew
And I'm the strength of the team
And I am getting the milk
And I'm forgetting the toilet paper
But I'm picking up some Asiago cheese
For the pasta I'll make
On Tuesday night
Can I call you back, Mom?
I am getting in line
And don't want to be rude
To the girl at the register
I am the girl at register
But I'm bagging my own groceries
In reusable bags
Because I'm saving the planet
And I'm back home in the kitchen
And I'm sautéing onions
And I'm garlic and salt
And turmeric and water
And rice and chicken stock
And I am waiting to boil
And I am the lid that covers the rice
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