Mama

Do all your grieving, fold up the blankets
Empty your boxes full up with yarn
Send out your letters, call up your mother
This house feels so empty, my baby is gone

Black beans and collard greens wait on the table
The dishes are done and the door makes no sound
Bath towels on the floor where you sit crying
The warm rushing water, she's laughing forever



Credits
Writer(s): Madelaine Ringo Stauble
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