The Mother who Wasn't, and Who Was
"I've got a good mother, and her voice is what keeps me here." Jann Arden
I'm sitting, waiting and watching
over the mother
the mother who wasn't, but who was in so many ways.
And as I watch her final struggles
I hurt and I weep for her tortured soul!
I see the signs, and it hurts so very much
The mother who just a few short days ago
hollered at and berated me
The mother who tells me now "you know how much I love you"
The Good Mother
Her mouth opens like a bird
as I spoon applesauce in
the way she did for me years ago
And she takes a drink or two
It's all she can do.
And my heart hurts!
For the Mother who wasn't, but who was in so many ways.
I have a good mother and her voice is what keeps me here
The mother who wasn't, but always was
In so many little ways
We have a history, it's what we share
and what we know
That in the end she is my mother
And I will miss her so!
"The Good Mother"