Mother
When summer came
It felt like we didn't know
How to contain to our excitement
She lay in a hammock
Reading a magazine
There was always a sense
This couldn't go on for forever
I haven't seen her face in while
But our fingers tap
Apparently that is time
Her fingers smell so beautiful
First smell of fag-musk
She wasn't sick then
When I was in her breast
It's good and pure
And I feel safe
I think she did too
She closes her eyes
I open mine
That is time.
It felt like we didn't know
How to contain to our excitement
She lay in a hammock
Reading a magazine
There was always a sense
This couldn't go on for forever
I haven't seen her face in while
But our fingers tap
Apparently that is time
Her fingers smell so beautiful
First smell of fag-musk
She wasn't sick then
When I was in her breast
It's good and pure
And I feel safe
I think she did too
She closes her eyes
I open mine
That is time.
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Writer(s): Grant Foster
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