Sunday, 6 November 2011

Mother.


Backtrack

and you were like a wounded doe tangled in barbed wire
and you were like a wounded doe tangled in barbed wire
and you were like a wounded doe tangled in barbed wire

and your big sad heartbreaking eyes knew I was a liar
and your big sad heartbreaking eyes knew I was a liar
and your big sad heartbreaking eyes knew I was a liar

and I would go for your medicine down to hell and back
and I would go for your medicine down to hell and back
and I would go for your medicine down to hell and back

and I would run like an athlete and the pavement was my track
and I would run like an athlete and the pavement was my track
and I would run like an athlete and the pavement was my track

and you would smile when you were troubled and you used to smile a lot
and you would smile when you were troubled and you used to smile a lot
and you would smile when you were troubled and you used to smile a lot

and you would wind your hair and you could put it in a knot
and you would wind your hair and you could put it in a knot
and you would wind your hair and you could put it in a knot

and you gathered all your worries and you placed them in my cot
and you gathered all your worries and you placed them in my cot
and you gathered all your worries and you placed them in my cot

and your trailer became filled with a cloud of white light
and your trailer became filled with a cloud of white light
and your trailer became filled with a cloud of white light

and you were called away in the middle of the night
and you were called away in the middle of the night
and you were called away in the middle of the night

and I have lived in your wake in it's depth and in it's height
and I have lived out each break from the morning of the night
and I have lived for the sake of the return of the light

My Mother died thirty years ago today.

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