Mums

My hand rests your face & it looks a lot like me
All the lineaments stay
I was my father's only one then age took ahold of him
Blue eyes say hold me
Uncle's arm tied 'round the couch then he popped his last balloon
47 birthdays

Don't you sigh for me
Come spring I'll be the flowers
Don't sound for me
I'll be all the colors

Mums bloom and propagate & I'm making my way across the prairie
Spent living my last days in some kind of pain no prayer to save me
My pa he worked all day hauling mineral in trade, he left before me

Don't you sigh for me
Come spring I'll be the flowers
Don't sound for me
Come spring I'll be the colors

I'm making my way back to those eastern states
Please god forgive me
Since then I carry you around with me in a tin can for nicotine
It's fine nobody knows
Stacked in my guitar case buried beneath so many things
Bird feathers falling



Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Robert Riley
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