Saint Mother

Oh, Saint Mother won’t you hear my mumbled greeting, yeah, I forgot to make my bed

And wont you just wash these dirty clothes for me, maybe just this one time again

Sweet suffering woman, hear my loud laughter, stumbling and cursing

I’ve come home to wake you thoughtlessly, once more, at 3AM

Well, that neighbor’s dog went and took a crap right on her lawn once more

And the garbage men left some messy stuff on the ground as well

She still cant get on her computer but she found her cellphone when I called it

Says she needs a brand new car and her couch is just plain worn out

Dearest Maaa, we’re still out of sugar frosted flakes

And when you’re going shopping, hey, we need more chips and salsa

Hail Mommie, full of grace, please, I am so hungry just like all those times before

It’s OK if you don’t have time to cook for us, we can leave you the kitchen mess

Mom, I’m really busy right now but I’ll try to call you sometime this coming weekend

Yes, we sure are looking forward to seeing you again, just like we did last year

Oh quietly suffering Mother, blurting out your bitter loneliness, once more upon the phone

Finding meaning when that nice, clean young doctor takes the time to talk to you again

You know that I am special and a truly gifted child, but shortchanged by our awful schools

And though I’m not quite so cute at 28, I still play on your instinct toward the precious children

My little friends and I, scuttling thru your free kitchen, in the dark of night

Our shiny wrappers and empty bottles accidentally dropped in the driveway

Well, old WhatsHerName died, you know that friend of her great Aunt Fannie’s

She says the only real socializing she has at this time of life is at all the funerals

A real nice man called her on the phone and they chatted for a while

They sprayed some kind of mud on the roof and took her for close to 1500 bucks

Still nursing some wack dream about us all being together as a family once again

Cant remember that it never worked out at all so long ago when we were kids

Saint Mommie don’t you call me to take out the trash, cause I just cant come right now

My ADD is kicking in so I need to stay right here and keep pounding on this game console

Repeating pointless stories of long dead people we never knew well enough to even forget

Brokenly reciting that long list of expensive Meds over and over once again

In a pathos of pluckiness she still dyes her own hair odd colors and really trowels on the makeup

Sitting there with that nice man on the right-wing TV who angrily explains everything so well

Mom can I use your car cause mine broke down out in the sticks at 2 AM last night, but it’s all good

I’ll never know how much that late and thoughtlessly scribbled birthday card really meant to her

Dear Saint Mother I don’t need you anymore cause now I got a wife of my own

But we’ll be dropping off the kids again this weekend cause we know you love them so…