Mom
Mom
I remember a time
Things were right with the world
The morning sun, a soft filter
In the distance, I hear,
My mom singing with Carly
Clouds in their coffee
Pancakes on the griddle
There's a gas shortage
A Cold War I know nothing about
But my mom is happy
She can steal these moments
For herself
But she doesn't know
I'm singing with her too
Lying in bed
Planting a seed of memory
I will need one day