I sit on the porch and stare at the road
When we’d drive to the forest
before we got old
Sang the songs on the radio
on top of our lungs
Eating blue lollipops,
laughing at the stains on our tongues
Mama, mama
Don’t know where it ended,
But there were always you
mama, mama
Told me “I’ll always hold you
My baby blue”
Cruising down the old 55
Seeing deers and moose
pointing with exited eyes
At the cows running loose
You wanted to show us all the wonders of the world
Your golden hair in the sun
And the songs of the birds
Mama, mama
I saw it clearly, your compassionate heart
Mama, mama
Loving us all right from the start
Visiting lakes and picking mushrooms in the woods
By the side of the water where our campfire stood
Telling scary stories til we’d be scared to be out
Driving us home, saying our prayers for the night
Mama, mama
A poetic folklorist
in sunglasses
Mama, mama
A storytelling wife
Living on as she passes
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 10:17 AM UTC
I sit on the porch and stare at the road
When we’d drive to the forest
before we got old
Sang the songs on the radio
on top of our lungs
Eating blue lollipops,
laughing at the stains on our tongues
Mama, mama
Don’t know where it ended,
But there were always you
mama, mama
Told me “I’ll always hold you
My baby blue”
Cruising down the old 55
Seeing deers and moose
pointing with exited eyes
At the cows running loose
You wanted to show us all the wonders of the world
Your golden hair in the sun
And the songs of the birds
Mama, mama
I saw it clearly, your compassionate heart
Mama, mama
Loving us all right from the start
Visiting lakes and picking mushrooms in the woods
By the side of the water where our campfire stood
Telling scary stories til we’d be scared to be out
Driving us home, saying our prayers for the night
Mama, mama
A poetic folklorist
in sunglasses
Mama, mama
A storytelling wife
Living on as she passes
